I used to think that when I cultivated some plants and culled others; when I tried to maintain a lawn, or to keep trails open, trees trimmed, or a pond clear, I was resisting Mother Nature, even fighting Her.
Yesterday it dawned on me: there is little joy - and no point - in trying to resist Mother Nature.
But I've come to believe that She loves to play. She loves to dance.
So I bow to Mother Nature, take Her hand, and we dance.
She always leads.
