Over the past couple of days, I have done two things at home that I always enjoy.
The first thing was gather up loads of old catalogues, paperwork and plenty of old bits of wood and make a fire.
Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult. No seemingly endless ‘trying to get a spark’ on this occasion.
I’ve got one of those garden incinerator/bins and so as long as you’ve got some kindling of one sort or another, the fire pretty much takes care of itself. Pretty soon, I was sat a few feet away, mug of tea in one hand, the next piece of wood in the other and it was all good.
And very hot!
The second thing I did a couple of days later was mow the lawn for the first time this year. The grass hadn’t grown too high at all, so again, it was a fairly easy exercise and as soon as I started making the passes up and down, I instantly remembered what I had missed these past few months…
Ahhh…the smell of freshly cut grass!
One of life’s truly beautiful, mostly free and perfectly natural smells. It is the aroma that reminds you of the very basics of our existence. And yet, it also represents the lawn’s very own distress signal according to scientific research.
Perhaps then, it is more true than some believe that in the midst of death, life follows soon after?
As we approach the Easter weekend, why not ask yourself one simple question:
What needs to die in my life, in order that something even better can live?