Wildflowers

I let the grass grow too long in the backyard and now there’s tall wildflowers everywhere. I downloaded a plant app, and apparently they’re lemon lyre sage, buttercups, clover, with blackberry thickets springing up along the edges. It’s wild and uncontrolled. My grandparents would blow a gasket looking at the messy lawn.

Usually I mow it down. Today, probably because I’m lazy at some deeply repressed level, I cut walking paths through it instead of blading it under per usual. Come another few weeks of rain, I have no idea if I’ll be able to mow it down at all again. This is what living on the edge looks like in your thirties.

We all want results. We want things popping up when we want them, how we want them. Maybe it’s because we live in a wild, unstable, beautiful world where we rarely get a say in what happens next. Having a little structure, even if it’s a token amount, feels very reassuring.

Sometimes it’s best to stop fighting for order on our terms and cut some walking paths through the undergrowth.