Every Kid Needs A Tractor.

 There is a certain meditative solstice that accompanies mowing of a nice lawn.  The tractor makes a humming that can put the mind in an altered state of consciousness.  When hearing protection is applied the engine sound becomes a quieter roar.  This roar brings the operator into a meditative mind which gives the meditator calmness and answers to mysterious questions.  Questions of the like, "What kind of pattern should I drive into the lawn today?  Important subjects like that.

While riding the tractor around the yard my ear buds are entertaining me and educating me with the wisdom of Sadhguru, an Indian mystic and yogi who's teachings and books have been read and absorbed world wide by millions of readers and listeners.  He is both entertaining and humorous.  His light whited take on the world can amuse as well as enlighten.  He matches well with the droning of the lawn tractor engine.  

Having the ability to attain an altered state within a breath or two is a plus while mowing the lawn and listening to Sadhguru.  The patterns of the lawn become the simple man's mandala.  Tracing and retracing the patterns in a rhythmic course puts the mind, that is not my mind, in connection with the celestial everything.  Connection with nature brings us closer to who we are.  Even if it's just my yard.

Every kid, me included, should have a tractor to drive around a yard.  A good set of earplugs is a must to protect from excess noise as well as entertain, and bringing the creative juices to bear in the mowed patterns of intellect can bring the kid in us all closer to the adult that we are.  Balance is achieved, and the lawn looks good to...

Peace and Balance,

John

    

Lawn Tractors, Ground Water, and Forest Persons.

 I thought I'd do something novel and mow my lawn.  I took a walk around the yard and my plans for driving my little lawn buggy around the yard were dashed into smithereens.  The lower sections of my yard have taken the duck pond look of the neighbors yard, and the higher sections are so saturated with water that each step makes that special sandaled squishy sounds that resemble the squeaking of wet converse sneakers. 

I'm not a little fellow, so each step I took made an impression into my yard.  If I let the foot prints set for a bit I'm sure I can take pictures of them and convince some poor slob that I've got a Forest Person visiting in the night.  Which I do, but that's another story...

The ground in my neck of the woods is finely, Super Saturated.  There is no room any more for water to absorb and escape.  The only thing keeping us from having a severe flash flood here is the abundance of   ground cover and low lying vegetation.  We have enough of the little plants to hold back the saturated ground.  Without these plants we would have a severe mud flow problem.

Fortunately the water will flow down hill and travel it's merry way into the river.  A few more days of dry air, sunshine, and quasi temperatures will go a long way to alleviating my inability to mow my lawn.  Driving my little lawn tractor around the yard is actually one of my personal fun times.  I'm just a big kid, and what kid doesn't like a good tractor?  

Peace and Balance,

John