Monday, May 7, 2007
Adaptive Musing
I love freshly cut lawn.
Once a month, I have a landscape contractor come in doing the gardening works. Seeing 4 -5 fellows attending to your gardening needs, is a sight to behold. I couldn't imagine there are so much works involved! Leave it to me, I could not imagine my garden would be in any kind of shape to speak off, probably would have more weeds than any others vegetation by now!
I love the smell of freshly cut lawn.
My children found couple of frogs the other days underneath a patch of flowers , and that set off some excitement.
My six-years girl played "hand-ball" with her 12-year brother. I watched them play, and for the light of me, have not figured out how the game is supposed to be played. The rules seem to change every second, and the game involved a lot of wrestling on the ground, giggling and tug-and-tag with each other. oh sure, there is a small rubber ball too.
I love the feel of freshly cut lawn underneath my bare feet.
You just need to sit at a corner, watching the dance of sunlight through palm leaves, feeling the slight breeze coming off the golf course, listening to the rustling of tropical pine tree off the distance, chipping of squirrels birds perched on branches, and amaze at the laughters of your children.
Life can't get any better than this.
It is around you. All you need to do is "to stop, and smell the roses"!
Once a month, I have a landscape contractor come in doing the gardening works. Seeing 4 -5 fellows attending to your gardening needs, is a sight to behold. I couldn't imagine there are so much works involved! Leave it to me, I could not imagine my garden would be in any kind of shape to speak off, probably would have more weeds than any others vegetation by now!
I love the smell of freshly cut lawn.
My children found couple of frogs the other days underneath a patch of flowers , and that set off some excitement.
My six-years girl played "hand-ball" with her 12-year brother. I watched them play, and for the light of me, have not figured out how the game is supposed to be played. The rules seem to change every second, and the game involved a lot of wrestling on the ground, giggling and tug-and-tag with each other. oh sure, there is a small rubber ball too.
I love the feel of freshly cut lawn underneath my bare feet.
You just need to sit at a corner, watching the dance of sunlight through palm leaves, feeling the slight breeze coming off the golf course, listening to the rustling of tropical pine tree off the distance, chipping of squirrels birds perched on branches, and amaze at the laughters of your children.
Life can't get any better than this.
It is around you. All you need to do is "to stop, and smell the roses"!
# posted by Dr Roland Chia @ 2:35 PM 
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