I live in an apartment, so I don’t think much of grass. It’s just the green background to my busy life but as soon as I visit the countryside strange thoughts consume my mind.
Grasses have a very simple way of life. They just stand there drawing energy from the Sun enjoying a symbiotic relationship with the natural soil environment which teems with bacteria, fungus and earthworms.
I part the grass to see what’s beneath and lay my fingers upon a dusty heart. Thrusting up through the soil are countless blades that break into waves of greenness that spill across the paddocks. I can clearly hear the whisper of grow, grow, grow.
As autumn draws to an end the bureau says a couple of snow-bearing cold fronts are on the cards. As a natural response to protect its crowns from which grass blades grow the grass will become dormant. This death like state turns the grass a sleep-tinted gold which will last until it becomes green again in spring.
SEAN B FRASER the Dolls Point Blogger. 
-Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge. – Thomas Edison.
CheersMal
Hi Mal great to see you in the cyber. hope all is well with you .
all the best Sean
Beautiful descriptions Sean. A trip to nature is like spring cleaning for one’s perspective
Hi Robyn, that’s so true. Glad you find beauty in grass.
If it’s green and alive, I love it.
Ha Ha that’s a positive for all us frogs
It’s not easy being green but some are definitely princes
I know the problem most of my blue t-shirts clash with the green
Mmmm sounds precious Sean. Blue and green actually sit well together in nature. The old idea of never being seen together always baffles me.
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Beautiful – we city folk need nature all the more