I have been thinking about grass (not that type – the stuff you mow when it gets too long). Not only about its colour, its smell, its feel, and how it evokes memories of carefree days when life was about playing in the back garden or out over the fields behind the house, but also about how it survives. It is one of natures survivors. Those halcyon memories of worry free days are even more poignant now that a key figure in my life and those memories, is no longer here and hasn’t been for a few years now. I … Continue reading Grass – Part 1