In what’s shaping up to be the driest year of my lifetime, I’ve been feeling particularly grateful for the flush of growth that still blankets my world during this short spring. What follows is an ode to grass. Omnipresent backdrop to pretty much everywhere in California. Yellow stroke of a paintbrush across miles of undulating land that you zoom past doing 85 on their way through the foothills. Lawn, field, pasture. Nearly invisible in their ubiquity; more of a vague idea, than a specific entity. Always the stage, never the player. At least that’s the space
Thanks for this beautifully written ode to grass, infused with lots of information (new info to me!) and meaningful personal reflections. A treat to read...
Another beautifully written and thoughtful exploration of a part of the world I don't think about that much: the part right under my feet! Thanks again for opening my eyes to something new, and for the great pictures (I have always liked my reading with pictures). Also, loved your confessional footnote. : )
Thanks for this beautifully written ode to grass, infused with lots of information (new info to me!) and meaningful personal reflections. A treat to read...
Another beautifully written and thoughtful exploration of a part of the world I don't think about that much: the part right under my feet! Thanks again for opening my eyes to something new, and for the great pictures (I have always liked my reading with pictures). Also, loved your confessional footnote. : )