It is STILL raining in our little piece of Texas, and I’m still loving it. I checked the calendar, and we are officially past the middle of September, and the grass is
This late summer blessing has made me a bit homesick for Illinois, where we lived when I was in high school. We lived in O’Fallon, and had the most wonderful property there. Our backyard was huge, sloping down from the house to a little creek at the property line. I remember how lush the lawn was, with strong blades of grass that you could just sink your feet in. I recall how the sunlight would trickle down through the trees and sprinkle on the perennial beds below.
I like brown, and the harsh edges of sagebrush, yucca and prickly pear that decorate my yard now. There’s a stark beauty to it. But oh, to have green grass in September. Every year.