It was Saturday, the First of May. Sun and blue sky and green leaves.
May 1 is a day sacred in ancient times, the day half way between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. It is a day of celebration.
And it seemed many people had the same idea. It was grass-cutting day!
Wake to the roaring of the power mowers and the buzz of electric trimmers. Up and down the streets, the push mowers sounding like rain.
It was a warm and breezy day. A good day for hanging out laundry. People were out riding bicycles. A couple drove by in a red convertible.
The push mower remembers the grass, the clover, the violets and the dandelions. And I remember, too.
In the spring breeze, the perfume of lilacs and lily-of-the-valley. The smell of fresh-cut grass. These are the days of grass—and dandelions, cheerful in the sun.
And here’s a post about dandelions.