This is one of those unusual years where the grass is growing taller than usual. Just like those years in the 19th century that persuaded our ancestors to settle in this area probably.
I was reminded of "helping" my grandfather gather in the hay on his farm in Wisconsin back in the 1940s. I rode the mower and lifted the blade as we went around corners. Not all the critters could get out of the way quickly enough. Because he knew this saddened me he sometimes would humor me by allowing me to move some birds' nests so they wouldn't be harmed by the mowing.
One time I asked him why he fed some draft horses that he only used once or twice a year during a winter storm to get the milk to where it needed to go. He realized that his gruff way had been pierced, saying simply that the horses had worked hard for him in the past and deserved to be cared for in their dotage.
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I really like "natural" areas. I have about 1/2 and acre that is planted in different grasses and wildflowers and the back 2 acres are just grass. It looks so pretty when the wind blows.
The wind blowing was what fooled those early settlers. It looked like an ocean of grass.
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