I post my baby, spring garden.
By June or July, I think that it will be splendid.
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Pushing this rotary blade mower today – almost done with 2 out of 4 large yards (over an acre). This is my second day of experimenting with this activity. My thoughts below the visual evidence.
What if more people around the world viewed environmentally responsible habits as fun? Healthy? Rewarding? Pleasurable?
I am older and not in great health, presently. In fact, I am in physical therapy twice a week and on a medical leave of absence from my university. But this, this activity: balance is not an issue because I’m holding a wide, sturdy bar similar to a walker; risk of harm is low because there is no power motor involved; weight is distributed evenly. Note the full foot and ankle brace showing on right ankle. Whenever I feel tired, I slow down or stop and rest. The activity will take several sessions spread out over several days. It was definitely aerobic which is challenging for me to find (can’t run, can’t pound the foot/ankle, can’t bicycle due to balance handicap, too cold out to swim).
This experience was filled with pleasure and satisfaction. I felt empowered. The rotary blades did a good job. Worked off some of the anxiety of the news from Brussels. I was not disturbing my neighbors and community with the noise of small engines, nor was I polluting the air. Mild muscle strengthening. Husband and dog entertained. Form and posture could be worked out, modified, tested through the marching up and down the grounds. A good stretch. Happily wearing my dorky clothes. Wind blowing the blousy blouse.
Lean in, Pat; lean in!
I wonder if we could analyze the power of the connection between this song and women?
This performance wraps into one song all the emotion of a Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music, the sassiness of a Sally Field in Norma Rae, the power of Golda Meir, the spirit of a southern worship leader, the abandon of an olympic athlete, the control of a neurosurgeon, and delivers it like the best meal you ever ate.
But in addition, there is something powerfully simple, I think, about the lyric. The root of “natural” is “nature.” We talk about the garden, Eden, going back to the garden, the despoilment of the garden, the machine in the garden, the loss of the garden. Could we not follow that discussion in environmental history into the components of the garden from Eve’s perspective? Start here.