I don’t always get to do this, but when the kids are out of school I get to do it more. I get home, change, then go down to the kitchen, to get the little step stool. I take it out back, unlock the shed and get out an implement that has a saw-toothed blade maybe four inches long. I plonk the stool down on the grass, and I go after those suckers! There are five or six kinds of weeds in my lawn, and I go after them one type at a time. I find that focusing on the lawn, searching out particular leaf configurations, and then digging deep and getting all the roots is somehow satisfying and calming. I call it my “weeding meditation.”