None Should Mow the Grass There

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Recently Sr. Rose Marie encountered a Robert Frost poem that captures the essence of springtime for our Sister-lawnmowers, who also happen to be our Sister-wildflower-lovers:

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A saturated meadow
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers–
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun’s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
Yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.

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Needless to say, some of our sisters find in Frost a kindred spirit!  Alas! Meanwhile the grass is growing along with the flowers, and obedience calls.

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The Lord giveth wildflowers, and the mower taketh away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord!

(Perhaps Frost also wrote a eulogy for the wildflowers that did not obtain such grace of hours.)

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