trees in the grass

Ryan had this funny idea recently to let a patch of our side lawn grow wild.  He just wanted to see what would happen.  I don't know if you can tell in the photo but there's this organically shaped swathe of foot high seeding grass, clover and some sweet little yellow flowers out there that we've taken to calling our meadow.

I'm not sure how the neighbors feel about this.  (Perhaps they figure our lawn mower broke.)  Our bee friends, of course,  absolutely love it.  Since we're regular users of a push mower, I think Ryan likes that there's just a little less work to do.  Come to think of it, maybe that's why he made the suggestion in the first place.


 

What Naiya really loves are the tall stalks of seeds.  I don't know if she thought up this verse herself.  My guess is it was something she heard at school.

She begins by holding up a stalk which does, indeed, look like a tiny tree.

"Here is a tree in Summer," she says...

She then runs her free hand up the "trunk" of the tree effectively removing all of the "leaves".

"Here is a tree in Winter..."

Then she sprinkles the removed "leaves" down over the tree.

"And here is the silver rain," she concludes.


She spends a moment to find another stalk and delights in the transformation again and again.