7. Laissez Faire
The spring stream in the evening sun flows languidly along the willow-lined bank, In the hazy atmosphere the meadow grass is seen growing thick; because Evonne still is not quite able to mow the lawn or do any landscaping just yet. When hungry she grazes, when thirsty she quaffs, as time sweetly slides telling stories about never mowing the lawn in paradise. She still sleeps hours not worrying about anything that goes on about her.