There’ve been some magnificent responses to the challenge to depict Love so I won’t attempt to compete. Rather, I thought I’d enter something out of left field. Well, a Swiss field actually, where, for love of the land and the creatures of the field, the muffel* mows the hay in a peculiarly even-handed way.
The idea is that each time he mows he leaves part of the field untouched, allowing the grasses and flowers to mature and die back, replenishing the natural cycle of the land. These grassy areas also capture moisture and act to prevent erosion – and of course, offer shelter to the creatures of the field.
* Though I’m pretty confident this is the spelling S & R gave me, and I’m pretty sure muffel is a dialect word – any more information gladly sought.