Yesterday we went outside of the city with friends for a picnic. At the end of the rocky parking lot there was some mangy grass poking up through the rocks. Winnie was leaping around outside the car. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! This is a beautiful place, want to know why? 'Cause there are rocks here and there is grass down there!"
In the fall we visited the Manila American Cemetery and Memorial. The grass there was flawless. We weren't allowed to walk on it, but it was a beautiful sight. I don't think I've ever appreciated grass as much as I do now.
|Getting as close to the grass as possible|