How Green Is Your Grass?

I witnessed something on Saturday that I've never seen before, a grass PAINTING operation! Seriously. (Okay, not with a roller but with a spray gun from the back of a truck.) "Why?", I thought. I can't get this out of my mind today. This patch of grass was outside a shopping center, a strip that runs alongside the busy road leading into its parking lot. I began thinking: if I were out shopping would I pass this shopping center by if the grass in front was brown? No, I wouldn't; I doubt that I would even notice, but feel certain that dead or sparse, patchy grass wouldn't cancel my shopping expedition!  However, someone must feel that this is worth the time and resources to make it happen. The older I get the more I realize that I am a sum of my life's lessons and experiences, making me uniquely me.  When I was a little girl, growing up just north of Boston in the 1950's, I watched a television show called "Big Brother Bob Emery". It was a local show, on channel 4, and it aired daily. Big Brother "Bob" sang a song with this chorus on every show:

"Oh the grass is always greener

In the other fellow's yard.

And the little row, we have to hoe,
Sure seems mighty hard.
Now if we all  wore green glasses
Then it wouldn't be so hard

To see how green the grass is
In our own back yard."

What I learned was the importance of loving what we had rather than having all that I longed for. I can still hear the music in my mind, and I've never forgotten the lyrics of that refrain. And so, I suppose, my perspective on the whole grass painting operation might actually be too literal and representative of much more than simply a shopping center who wants to put forth a tidy, clean and welcoming appearance to its shoppers! For me, I'm pulling for that struggling grass to grow green and healthy on its own, even though it is located alongside a busy road; it just wants the chance to be happy for itself and love what it has, despite being less than that perfect shade of green! I'll be happy to wear green glasses and save the paint for something more worthwhile... wouldn't you?

Life is Good!