Daily BB Meditations — May 21

The Mower and the Radio

The lawn needed mowing.
You didn't mind — not on a Saturday afternoon with the ballgame playing low from the porch radio.

The announcer’s voice floated across the grass.
Strike one. Ball two.
You pushed the mower across long rows of green, the smell of cut grass and gasoline mixing with the slow rhythm of innings passing.

You weren’t thinking about anything …