Zen and Lawn Mowing

There's something about mowing a lawn which is akin to meditating. The absolute concentration required to maintain the stripes whilst not missing any grass means that one cannot think or worry about anything else. The couple of hours or so of mowing our grass is very theraputic and I can understand the monks in the japanese temples who rake the courtyards of pebbles into intricate wave patterns.

The wildflower meadow has become somewhat overtaken now by grass, but we still have a variety of wildflowers there. We have Scabias, Salvias, and the Pyramid Orchids are on their last legs. We also have a 'Billy Goat' Orchid, or at least that's what the French translates to, although the other English residents say that their book calls it a Lizard orchid! The french name comes from it's smell according to our french flower book.

At the end of this lovely day, Sue decided that it was a propitious moment to open the Champagne and fill the glasses which I bought for her for her 60th birthday!
This was the result. Oh dear.......

Sorry about the slippers, but the tartan ones have worn out!!