Letting your clover grow
A bit of a riff on patience, peer pressure, the resistance and gardening
Our house is pretty hippie dippie.
The roof is covered in solar panels.
Our front yard features several food gardens, a herb spiral, garden gnomes and a yoga frog.
The back yard?
It’s full of clover.
I love clover rather than grass.
The first time I planted it as a lawn, I was a dutiful citizen and a good neighbour. I kept it neat and trimmed.
This was a problem.
Clover needs to seed itself on a fairly regular basis in order to regrow and flourish.
Within a year or two the clover disappeared.
Our back yard is deeply covered in clover.
We mow around the patches of white flowers.
The clover is growing.
The don’t comment.
They’re super nice.
A bit like Sisyphus.
Here’s the shorthand on Sisyphus from Wikipedia:
The Myth of Sisyphus (French: Le Mythe de Sisyphe) is a 1942 philosophical essay by Albert Camus.
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