They mowed the empty lot by my house last week. Sometime in the morning after I'd already walked through it to go to work. I was coming back home for lunch, and I topped the little burm that seperates it from the bike path, and there it was. I stopped dead at the top of the burm and just stared at it. It had gone from waist high weeds to stubble in just a few hours.
I know it's not my lot, and it's getting near summer, so it would have been a fire hazard, etc. Somehow, still, I felt a little loss over it. It's odd, really. I still say hello to the trees and birds and squirrels and the occasional cat out hunting every morning. But the whole mood of the land has changed. It's hard to describe really.