I first realized that I thought differently from others when I took a 10th grade ceramics class. I fashioned a clay cat which my classmates thought should be glazed shiny black. But my idea was to glaze it granny-apple green. I don’t remember what became of my sculpture. A friend suggested that my little green car might be a reincarnation of that long lost cat. Or at the very least, a memory of that cat might have influenced my color choice.
Green may well be my favorite color, and so I’m partial to having a green lawn. But unlike many folks on Long Island — where I used to live — I don’t aspire to have it perfectly weed-free. Our well is underneath that grass, so I would never use fertilizer or weed killer. I’ve grown accustomed to the weeds. I can even say that I like them.
In spring, the front lawn is covered with violets. They are so pretty that I am reluctant to mow them down. An army of dandelions invades the side field. I don’t consider them enemies to be destroyed. I enjoy looking at the yellow dots that freckle the landscape. Midsummer brings the pink patches of thyme that grow larger with each passing year. There’s clover and crab grass as well. But as long as it is green, it is welcome. Viewed from a distance, it looks good.
Now that fall is here, I’m enjoying the moss that has taken root under the maple tree on the front lawn. It is springy, cushiony and a delight to walk upon. My days of walking barefoot to get the morning paper are numbered. Soon maple leaves will cover the green lawn, to be followed by a coating of snow.
But I can look forward to next year and even more violets, dandelions, thyme, clover, crabgrass and moss.