With almost no grass left in our "front yard," the landscape is now nearing completion as a garden of native plants. (The next project is to enlarge the area by taking out the grass from the side yard.) It is nice not having to mow the "front yard" -- now I sit in it!
I'm sure my nearest neighbors probably view this activity as odd. They certainly don't idly sit in their front yards! But it's different went your lawn becomes a garden.
I sit in the early morning hours. Sometimes, when the temperature is moderate, I sit in the garden during the middle of the day. I often sit there towards dusk. Every now and then, I talk to the plants and I marvel at how several varieties have propagated themselves all over the place.
I watch the hummingbirds slurp out nectar from the flowers. I watch the bees as they make their daily rounds. I can become fixated on ants, worms, beetles or spiders as they traverse their way through the luscious landscape. And, of course, I'm always on the lookout for the weeds that pop up here and there. ;-)
Sitting quietly in the garden helps to remind me of the connection of all things. It helps to remind me that each being and each form has a life to live, one controlled by the cycles of the seasons and the Grand Mystery itself.
When I sometimes ask the question that all humans entertain at some point -- What is my purpose? -- I look to my garden for the answer: The purpose of life is to live and die. Some folks might view this as a hollow or pointless purpose, but it's hard to feel that way when sitting in a garden.