I can’t believe how much grass there is! Wild, planted, manicured, mowed, invading, contained. In the springtime, there is a lot of grass in the Midwest. I think the lawn that was just off the runway at Chicago O’Hare continued uninterrupted to the hotel, where we stayed in Naperville, then poured into business parks, tree lined streets, residential communities, manicured parks, shopping centers, roadways, highways, farms, fields, wild areas.
“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” Helen Keller
It’s continual and seemingly never ending, apart from the occasional breaks for rivers, streams, lakes, ponds and the “oh SO pretty” lilac bushes, bulbs and annuals exploding in bloom. To their banks and their beds…there it is…blades and blades of grass. It’s ahead of us, beside us, below us, behind us and it’s beautiful!