One of the tasks some of us (the more lucky who live in a house with a garden) have to face to in spring time is to mow the lawn.

Someone consider this activity as a bothering moment, on the contrary others have the ability to appreciate the outdoor time as a moment of freedom in contact with nature even if they live in a town or in a big city.

Generally, many of us are proud for their green well ordered lawn with every blade of grass that shows the same length.

Me too I live in a small city, but in the rear of the house the garden border on the country : the wind and the birds transport and leave every kind of seed. It is almost impossible to me to maintain a typical English type lawn.

The grass of my garden seems like a sort of United Nation of different kinds of grass and plants and when I decide to mow the lawn it is often an Hamlet dilemma: to mow or not to mow.

To leave the daisies or to mow them?

And the dandelion, what about it? It is weed but it is funny to blow its seeds away!

But the real dilemma are the wild strawberries: to wait for the fruits or not to wait?

I wait! I wait! I wait!