A view of gigantus (Miles) from the grass.
Finishing the Hunger Games in a nick of time.
7th grade stress relief
The grass may be short on the loft and lushness of summer but I have found myself taking some time to lie in its' imperfect bed. When the temperature raises enough to have my arms bared, nothing feels as good as laying in grass and watching the world go by and feeling time pass. Although the business of spring beckons, so does my unwillingness to yield to it. And why should I when everything I need blooms and breathes all around me? With my ears alert to springs sounds, my camera rest in grass along side me. The kids rediscover the outside surroundings and the dog relishes in his pack being close by. Nature is three weeks ahead of schedule. Mother nature must be feeling impatient this year but at the moment, no one seems to mind. As I stay low to the ground, life seems more interesting from down here. The camera clearly likes this angle and I come to understand why a toddler enjoys so much wonder from this level. I hope you have found a patch of grass this week. It may change your angle on things.