two weeks ago, i planted grass in a part of my yard that was bereft of any life. (possibly due to hurricane IVAN and the flooding, but it was bad before that)
each morning, i pet my new grass.
it is just coming out of its teenage fuzzy mustache stage and blooming into a soft green pelt of heaven.
ryegrass.
ill have to plant another varietal in the spring as they say that the ryegrass wont make it through a summer.
everytime that i look at it though, i smile.
joy.