Our neighbor mows the grass a lot. We call him Mr. Zeppy, or sometimes Grampa Zeppy on Christmas cards. He's like 90 something, and yet he mows his lawn. Everyday. The thing is though, I didn't notice this until today because I've been so used to it. I also realize that most people do not mow the lawn that much. Take us, for example: We have a jungle at times. The grass will be mid-calf, and then we think about unearthing the lawn-mower from the shed. We see that the lawn-mower is deeply buried underneath tools and machine things that never see the light of day, and then we decide to put this endeavor off until the grass is up to our chins. This is an exaggeration of course (or is it?). I'm just so amazed because of the things I don’t see because I've grown so used to seeing them everyday. And I realized that I don't want to grow used to anything. I want to experience life with a child-like wonder as if everything is new. Because otherwise, life becomes boring to me, and my imagination becomes dull. I don't want that to happen. So thank you Mr. Zeppy for your dedication to mowing the lawn, because I have learned a life lesson from it. Mow on.
