Cutting Grass, Temple of Apollo and Prestonsburg, Pythia and Unemployment, Dancing With The Greens.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

One of the really fun things I do in the summer is cut grass. WOW ! Bet that raised some eyebrows far and wide. Ya gotta remember cutting grass is much like all your other responsibilities and chores in life. Ya want ‘em to be fun, there’re fun. Want ‘em to be a pain in the butt, there’re a pain in the butt.

Grass cutting became fun when I finally gleaned some insight into the whole world of Grass and God and Summertime. I wasn’t born a grass cutter. Far be it from that. I used to hate grass cutting so much I even prayed the grass wouldn’t grow, but it always grew.

Now ya do learn useful mechanical skills cutting grass. How to push and pull mechanized equipment like the reel type mowers. (old school grass cutting machines, those things). Even though the reel type mowers have long since been replaced with gas or electric blade devices, the reel type mower really done a much better job on the grass plant. The reel mower was more like a haircut for the grass. Today’s 25 hp 60’ zero turn machines cutting a swatch across your yard’s more like Hurricane Katrina ripping across the lawn . Ya also learn stuff like the techniques of lever action and application of physics when you’re cutting grass by hand. Action, reaction are easily explained using grass clippers.

Why grass cutting is so educational, I’m surprised somebody’s not incorporated it into a formal program of learning. Oh, I almost forgot, I think it’s been incorporated into a program. The Montessori approach to education introduces grass cutting to fifth graders, but only with hand clippers. The mechanical grass cutting equipment is introduced in the following years and if ya haven’t injured yourself by the 8th grade, ya get a “I’m a #1 Grass Cutter” award. But if ya have, then ya get a “Red Badge of Courage”

When I first started cutting grass here, there was no EastWing, only a new house, a pretty She and me, and sand, lots and lots of sand. Me and the She bought grass seed and fertilizer, that high nitrogen kind, that supposed to make your lawn a “Mean Green Grass Machine” It helped our sand to produce sandburs, weeds and a little grass here and there. We were on our way to a beautiful lawn. NOT!

Yes, there was even a time I prayed that the grass would grow. Then finally realized that praying for grass to go grow is much the same as when I prayed it wouldn’t grow. God just laughs at ya coming and going. Guess that old saying is right “stupid is as stupid prays” Praying won’t grow grass, or stopping grass from growing that’s for sure.

As time went on, our sand and sandburs slowly turned into other green stuff, I finally figured it all out and I’ve been happy cutting grass ever since. Unlike some people, I’ve never had a high desire to have a manicured lawn. Just don’t, have better ways to spend my summertime than worry ‘bout the green part of the EastWing.

After much pondering on the mysteries of the universe, including such things as why grass grew even when I prayed it wouldn’t, and wouldn’t even when I prayed it would. Then it happened. It happened so suddenly, as if delivered by Pythia, herself. The wisdom of God and Grass and Summertime had been delivered to BobbyRay by the Oracle of Delphi. Pythia had brought me the message.

Now if ya don’t happen to know ‘bout Pythia and that Oracle of Delphi stuff, well that’s ok too, ‘cause it’s been a long time since she’s been on the 10 o’clock news. Do ya remember a year or two ago we’re talking ‘bout stuff and I got started talking ‘bout how I’s always fascinated by Greek Gods and that old Greek stuff. And having read a whole bunch of stuff ‘bout ancient Greece. Well Pythia, Pythia’s just part of that gang of old Greek God stuff I’s talking ‘out.

Actually, Pythia was the priestess (a girl preacher, no less) at the Temple of Apollo. This Temple of Apollo just so happened to be in the city of Delphi. It was a church, that Temple of Apollo. Now Pythia was highly renowned and widely acclaimed for her prophecies in regard to the Greek God Apollo. Seems I remember that Apollo was supposed to be a good looking feller, he mighta even been a hillbilly ‘cause as I recall the Temple of Apollo at Delphi is located on the side of Mount Parnassus.

Everybody knows that when you’re in the mountains they all look alike. That Temple of Apollo up there on the slopes of Mount Parnassus. Location wise, that kinda reminds me of Saint Martha Catholic Church in Prestonsburg KY. Up there on the slopes of the mountain. Up there toward Jenny Wiley State Park, way up there in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky. But I don’t think anybody ever heard of the Oracle of Prestonsburg. I never did, that’s for sure.

I jest, using the Oracle of Delphi as a pawn, but keep in mind this was a form of religious belief that endured for over 8,000 years. Four times the length of current Christianity. The Delphic Oracle was established in the 8th century BC and the last recorded response was written in 393 AD . In that year, emperor Theodosius the First, decreed that all pagan temples cease operations. That was when Pythia went to see ‘bout unemployment compensation.

Too bad they didn’t have a stimulus program back then or Pythia could’ve drawn 99 weeks of free money from the Greek Government Unemployment Program. ‘Course back then they were all republicans, and all the cats were Calico, and nobody got unemployment pay.

Back then if ya wanted money, ya worked. Ya didn’t work, ya didn’t get money. Now that’s such a radical idea. I wonder if something like that’d work in today’s society. Nah, don’t think so, too many democrats would oppose such an idea of giving people something for nothing. Like 99 weeks of something for nothing.

During this eight thousand three hundred ninety three (8,393) years, the Delphic Oracle was the most prestigious and authoritative oracle in the Greek world. Now when ya look at the great writers of ancient Greek history, the names of Herodotus, Thucydides, Euripides, Sophocles, Plato, Aristotle, Pindar, Aeschylus, Xenophon, Diodorus, Diogenes, Strabo, Pausanias, Plutarch, Livy, Justin, Ovid, Lucan, Julian, and Clement of Alexandria, they all come to the forefront. Everyone of these guys made reference to the Oracle of Delphi in their written words. The Oracle of Delphi was that important to the keepers of history.

Make no mistake ‘bout it, these guys knew they were writing history for the future of the world, they just knew, and what they recorded shows the fact that they knew. What’s truly sad ‘bout these guys writings is to think most of their works were forever lost with the destruction of the great library at Alexandria. But that’s a whole different story.

Now for those not accustom to pronouncing Greek words. Plato and Play Dough are not one in the same.

And so the message that came down to me was that God didn’t want me to grow grass, he just wanted me to take care of what I’d been given. With that thought in mind, life became simple and easy back then. That very first spring after the delivery of the message from the Oracle of Delphi, I went outside in the springtime , felt the sunshine on my skin for the first time that spring, the air was warm, and right there realized, with the change of seasons, God turned my world green and it’s just my job to just take care of the green, and don’t worry ‘bout the grass.

I now believe green’s simply God’s choice of color to show us all hope in our future. Stop and think ‘bout it. Green means growing. Growing means the sun’ll come up tomorrow. Your hope and my hope for the future is the sun’ll come up tomorrow.

Upon real close inspection I realized my yard was ½ grass and ½ weeds and ½ those pretty little springtime friends of mine, those pretty little dandelions, and that other ½ , well I just didn’t know for sure what it all was, but it too was green, and my job was not to make ‘em grow, but take care of ‘em. And to keep ‘em all, all those green things, ‘bout the same height. And so I trim the greens and enjoy it immensely. Now I keep ‘em all at the same height, ‘cause that’s my job in the summertime. I don’t have grass, I’ve got greens. I think they’ve even got greens on golf courses.

To me, keeping my greens the same height is kinda like dancing. Some of us can, and some of us can’t, and some of us wish we could dance. ‘Bout ever 10 days or so, me and my greens, we just dance.

Stay safe in Afghanistan and Iraq.

From the EastWing, Cutting Grass, Temple of Apollo and Prestonsburg, Pythia and Unemployment, Dancing With The Greens.

I Wish You Well,