Summer Paradox

Summer is here again.

The sun is high on the horizon.  Everything is bright and warm and growing.  Dew graces the grass in the morn.  Life is everywhere.

The beginning of summer is a deep time, a time to think about new possibilities, about going to new places, about adventure, about shirking the cares of the cold months and turning toward the light and wildness.

So.  In that deep philosophical vein, I wonder:  Why is it that, in our quest for green fields and deep forests and God-given wildness, we spend so much of our summers taming our lawns, perfecting our gardens, and turning our yards into yuppie versions of something out of Hollywood?

Is there something about humankind that makes us crave what is raw and wild, yet at the same time entice us to conquer it?

No answer.  Just a provocative question on this magical first day of summer.