Grasses at Bathroom Window | Twisp, WA | June 2019
Grass grows. And mowing it has been a constant in my life for over five decades. Pocket lawns, big fields, sprawling suburban yards — I’ve clipped them all. Still, it grows. Push mowers, self-propelled mulchers, riding machines, bush hog tractors — slicing, chopping, spewing. It never stops. So ornamental grasses thriving untended lift my spirits. They flourish on sun and rain (or hose water), bend with the breeze and exist oblivious to society’s demands to stay lush, green and mowed.