While this ripened stalk of grass may be beautiful to you, it’s an ugly reminder to me. You see, this is what’s happened to our lawn over the past two weeks. The combination of our Labor Day vacation and a solid week of rain have allowed our normally tame lawn to grow utterly wild. The dog won’t even go outside into the yard, but, instead, prefers to tiptoe along the edge so the long stems won’t tickle her belly. It’s truly an embarrassment.
I had high hopes to get on the tractor today, but by the time the morning rain and fog blew off the mountain it was too late and still too wet. There is one consolation. With our house tucked in the woods and without any nearby neighbors, there’s no one to see this hay-field we’ve grown. And, thankfully, I didn’t order anything online this week so even our UPS driver was spared. Crossing my fingers for sunny skies tomorrow, otherwise I might have to call our friend Mr. Moore to bring his baler next week.