Written by Vern Fein

A lawn could be art. Cutting it, mindless task, source of
youthful grumbling, getting in the way of life, too busy
to care about oil and gas, weeds, dandelions, neighbors’
eyes. But now, in my late 70s, it is an art, something I can
still create, form a painting as I cut–I think it looks beautiful!

This work was featured in issue #8