July 28, 2021
I’m doing my best to focus and stay efficient. Three screens going. A dozen apps apping away. Windows open since we’ve no A/C. 90 F outside. Lots of lists and timelines and spreadsheets.
We all have multiple acre “yards” of forest, grasses, cactus and wildflowers up here. My neighbor friend Paul just ran his full-sized cowboy tractor around his place, just outside my north-facing window, to mow down the wild grasses as part of our annual fire mitigation. I love that he did that. We whacked ours a few weeks ago. In fire country–or these days, anywhere in the west–there are no property lines.
But the smell knocked me out, stoned me but good, sent me reeling back to the fifties as a kid. Do I hear the ice cream truck? Are we having watermelon with dinner? I hope so. My new Keds are still a bit scratchy and I need to dirty ‘em up a little. I’m halfway through Huck Finn. Boy is it good.
Just the smell of mowed grass. Pretty cool it can do all that.
I think I’ll just set here a few more minutes and do nothing but breathe.
-Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe