Perfection

Last week we experienced our first significant snow of the year, covering the ground in about four inches of the white stuff.  After spending the entire fall season ignoring the plentitude of leaves on the lawn and a garden in dire need of attention, the snow was a welcomed sight and reminded me of one of my favorite haikus:

First snow

the neglected yard

now perfect

- Elizabeth St. Jacques

After hours of back-breaking work in their yards, raking leaves, fertilizing grass, tilling gardens, and never-ending mowing, my neighbors’ lawns and my own are, at least for a while, equal in terms of beauty.

I love the beauty of a snow-covered lawn, but I love the idea that it required no work whatsoever even more.

It’s a little spiteful, I admit.  But true.