Last Friday was one of those days that make fall such a wonderful time of year. The air was chilly, but there was little to no wind and the earth is warm. It was one of those “perfect days” for mowing the lawn, and that’s what I did.
Long sleeved shirt with quilted vest, cap and gloves kept me warm. The tractor’s diesel engine droned steadily, which helps me relax. Okay, it’s not like laying in bed listening to waves breaking on a nearby beach. To me, it’s a pleasant sound.
I enjoy the warmth of the sun as its light falls down upon me. The sweet odor of newly mown grass soothes. The mind drifts to where it wants to go.
In moments like that, my thoughts frequently explore the requirements of living the simple life. What would it take to live “off the grid.” How do you cope without commercial electricity? What if you had no petrol-chemicals? How would you eat if there were no grocery stores?
The next morning (Saturday), Sylvia asked if I’d seen the lawn. I looked out the window at this:
Frosty [mid] morning