“Our very life depends
on everything’s / Recurring till we answer from within.” Robert Frost
We went away for a couple of weeks on vacation. When we got
home, our lawn had failed to maintain a lush green appearance we have worked so
hard to create in our own spot of Eden on Earth. What happened?
Well, we had left; that’s what happened. We had gone away
and we had not asked anyone to take care of our lawn. No one was here to set
out the sprinklers and move them around day by day.
Did the grass die? No, not really. The grass did what grass
does when the rains stop – it went dormant. It went to sleep, conserving energy
in order to survive.
We came back and I looked at the lawn. It looked like it was
dead and dying. The grass was largely brown, with only a few patches of green
here and there – mostly where our neighbor’s water had carelessly encroached on
our territory. There, the grass had continued to grow green and luxurious.
Of course we began watering the lawn again, and it has
greened up somewhat, but I’m not sure it will come back the way we want it to.
That’s just the way it is. We didn’t kill it with neglect; it simply went to
sleep and will perk up again when it is dog gone good and ready.
The good news is that I don’t have to mow it as often now.
Yippee!
It’s funny how we try to manipulate nature like we do. I
wonder what is wrong with us – with we human beings. Why do we want lawns and
flower beds? While birds make nests and coyotes dens, I don’t see them spending
any time decorating. What is it in the human psyche that requires more than
simple shelter – this “need” to surround ourselves with “stuff” that require
more resources, more labor, more time to maintain?
I don’t know of any animal (and am not sure how I would go
about confirming this observation) that recognizes beauty. Oh, I’m sure there
is some semblance of that going on with the mating rituals animals engage in –
large racks on elk, bright plumage on birds, and the love songs of croaking
toads, but the goal there is procreation, not beautification.
But the idea of a bird arranging its nest “just so” and
adding a sprig here and there to make it look prettier just doesn’t seem to be
there (in the animal realm), as I see it. I could be wrong, of course. After
all, I’m a guy. I don’t see the need to paint a room unless the old paint is
cracked or peeling. Fixing what’s broke is fine, but changing out the home
décor seasonally just isn’t on my list of priorities. That’s not to say it
shouldn’t be, but it simply isn’t.
However, not being in a single state, life is not as I would
have it, but is as “we” (husband and wife) would have it – and that’s a good
thing.
The fact is that while I don’t understand the need to
beautify my world, I have come to appreciate the beauty of “our” world. The
truth is that in the end, I DO like a fresh coat of paint; I DO like a green
lawn, and trees trimmed of dead limbs, and blooming flowers (even if the deer
eat most of them before we can actually enjoy looking at the blossoms).
Perhaps, having been created in the image and likeness of
God, our appreciation of color, balance, symmetry, and life’s many wonders is a
reflection of who we are, and who’s we are. While there is labor and the
expenditure of precious resources to maintain and support this weird aspect of
our human nature, perhaps it is worth it as it also imbues us with deep
satisfaction within.
It’s not that we can control nature, but we can bring order
out of chaos. It takes time, but that is one of God’s great gifts. We come to
discover that it isn’t the external control that satisfies, but the outward
manifestation of internal grace that brings peace and joy.
And that’s a beautiful thing here in this, our browning valley.
