173- Tall Grass Memories

Sunday evening I went for a walk around my neighborhood. The funny thing about my neighborhood is that I only have to walk a couple of houses north or south and I find *wilderness*. I think that is one of the reasons I love it here so much.

As I walked past a vacant lot I saw that the grass was as tall as I am (which, of course, isn't saying much!). It reminded me of years ago when I was a child. We had a pasture right behind our house which I loved to explore. There were a few years, when no horses were pastured there, that the grass would grow taller than I was. I loved to go out there and hide, play games or just lie down and look up past the tree-like grass at the blue sky above.



Yes, happy memories...