The vicissitudinous growth of grass…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The winter before last caught me by surprise with the early onset of rain. The final cut of the lawn was postponed due to wet weather… and remained that way until spring finally decided to put in an appearance. Now, I love to see a meadow of long grass… the uncropped and slender spears are far more beautiful than a shorn expanse. The wildflowers and small creatures love it too…. but as a lawn, it is not entirely appealing.

The small dog loves to flollop through the long grass when we are out walking, but her lawn must be close-shaven. When forced to wade through grass of wild stature in search of her ball or a place for her morning necessities, she picks her way through the stuff as if she is walking on hot coals. And should it be wet as well, she glares at me, leaving me in…

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