When we were tired of playing on the lawn, we used to play a game of "feed the fish" around the pound. I’m still to this day amazed that I had the joy and revelation of witnessing it myself.Īpart from the downstairs lawn, we also liked to go to visit the dam alongside the lawn to enjoy ourselves. But of course, she had not seen the amazing process with her own eyes, so after all, who could blame her? It was an unexpected and unbelievable event. Ouch! I felt very badly at the time that she had not believed me. Afterwards, I ran quickly into the house to my mother to tell her all about it but she was doubtful of the story. Such a sense of self-preservation in such a small creature with (presumably) so little to fight for. I was totally surprised however, I could not help gasping in admiration for the great intelligence of that beetle. It got out of the bottle and ran away, making a break for it. I still remember how I once caught a particularly clever beetle, which unexpectedly folded up the pieces of grass I sprinkled inside the bottle and used them as a sort of staircase, in order to climb up to the highest point. Meanwhile, we would puncture a few holes in the bottle with a needle and sprinkle in a few pieces of grass, and then everything was OK again for the grasshopper. When it would jump to the walls of the plastic bottle, we would put the bottle away and cover it with the lid. When we would spot one grasshopper, we would just wait a few short moments until it rested on the grass, and then we would quickly come up with the bottle, and would cage the unfortunate grasshopper in no time. Once we arrived at the lawn with it, we would just make a mess with some extremely tiny dry twigs on the lawn, and then the grasshoppers would jump out from everywhere. OfĮverything was wonderful as long as we could casually find an empty bottle in the house. Most of the time, we would pick up a beautiful flower, catch a butterfly, or secretly take away a melon seed that other people had put out on the lawn to dry, and then would begin to eat with our not-yet completely straight teeth. Of course, being children, we had to take our entertainment where we could get it, and the bugs and nature supplied a very rich source of entertainment for us. There’s no denying that the lawn was not only their paradise, but also our fairyland where we little children could sing and dance, play all day long and enjoy life to the fullest. There were always a large number of bugs on the lawn, such as grasshoppers, butterflies, dragonflies, beetles, ants, earthworms, and so on. We children would run about getting into trouble while our parents conversed with each other, enjoying one anothers’ company, enjoying the nature themselves, though perhaps not quite as hands on as we children did. We would have many social events on the lawn. We were one with the lawn, inseparable.Ĭelebration was always important. We were a fully integrated part of it, and it was a fully integrated part of us. I recall how we would gather out there, as a family, and enjoy the lovely weather how we children would run amok and play children’s games out there in the cradle of nature. This green lawn brought us infinite happiness as a family and as children. My deepest memory of childhood is the downstairs lawn, which was green all year round. We celebrate life, we celebrate nature, and we celebrate our close connection with both. The trees begin to bud, and in a short time, there are leaves, green and vivid, a happy reminder that the long winter is behind us and that we have happier, celebratory seasons before us and that we will not be facing the poor weather again for some time. Rapes (a kind of flower) bloom with golden flower and give off a heavy scent. When spring is coming, wheat begins to grow after a long winter, and its small and long leaves get greener, shaking with the wind. Looking at the tender green leaves of the trees through the window, I can't help thinking of my childhood. It stays lighter longer, a wonderful respite from the dull, dark, dreary days of winder. The weather is getting warmer and warmer, branches of trees begin sprouting new leaves, and all different kinds of birds fly merrily in the sky. Slowly but quietly, spring is coming towards us.
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