Kneeling in the grass.

It’s not yet summer, but this makes me think of Mary Oliver, The Summer’s Day:

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. 

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

One of her most famous lines follows, but I just linger here…