Who knows if the grass is greener? Where does this come from? Are we meant to concern ourselves there? But really is it greener or is it not? I mean I’m watching the grass turn brown for many and watching them transform in order to build what they’d innately hoped and dreamed of. And yes, it looks slightly greener, but it doesn’t come without an almighty slap of hardship, but at least one aspect is greener. Right?

Could they have dug deeper? Fertilized the soil at the beginning, middle or end more? Ensured at least a few of the kinks and mounds had been tended to, removed the hard stones and softened some of the edges? Instead of layering Astro turf over the top of a tip, pretending that the bump from the rusty old bike wasn’t going to be uncomfortable to lay on, I think not.

But is it to be greener on the other patch of grass? or could you continue to use round up when a weed springs up from seemingly no where? Will it eventually overcome the blight and lay down to the king of all poison. For a person who watched my brother and mother try the whole astroturf around a pool thing. Throwing every possible tool at it, petrol, plastic, cement, blue metal, sweat, tears. It is affirmatively true that Mother Earth always wins and of course she doesn’t need us, she can literally sprout through seemingly sealed concrete with ease. She just does.

Right now the rich green grass that I sit upon is lush and beautiful. It’s much greener, softer and lighter. It makes me wonder why I held on for so long to the city life with its AstroTurf and concrete loving inhabitants. Gosh guys. You’ve forgotten the essence of you (if I do say so myself). This me, as I sip tea overlooking a neighbor’s sheep eat the rest of the spriggly orange tree. Sigh.

I aspire to be like my new/old friend Esther* (Esther* - may not be her real name) who tends to her grass with a sharp focus. Attuned to pick out the Bindi eyes as they pop up. Quick. Swift. And in good time to bake treats, create games, bathe the vermin in buckets and flirt with “hubby”. A lusher grass patch I have not known.

So yes, the grass is greener and right now I think it always will be. But you’d best think about whose grass it is you’re stepping on? Oh there’s more grass idioms than I thought. For another time. For now enjoying said lushness.

Bye for now.