With my feet planted firmly I survey the panoramic view before me. Tall grasses bending in the wind, flashes of paths made by wildlife as the waves of verdant green surge and fall.
Wildflowers dot the vista, vibrant jewels glowing in the sun. The wild tangle of a vine winds, climbing the tree, reaching towards the sky.
I look down, the yellowgreen of roots turning to emerald about knee height, vibrant leaves that unfurl and bask.
I really need to mow my lawn.