Though warmer and more fitful, last night’s breeze is still blowing. Blackberry canes wag. Even the dead grass gets into the swing of it.
grass
Tuesday March 22, 2016
Before sunrise, I’m fascinated by the yard’s labyrinth of dead grass, that tangled thatch. A robin warbles for a while and falls silent.
Saturday November 05, 2011
A hard frost softens the edges of leaves and blades of grass. The witch hazel blossoms beside the house have curled into woolly fists.
Tuesday June 21, 2011
Ushering an enormous wolf spider outside, I disturb a baby woodchuck. Grass blades weighed down by rain spring up as it barrels through.