I love grass.
No not the kind of grass that you cook in Chocolate brownies or stuff into a decorative pipe.
The stuff that you sit on at the park with the kids play, or that you roll down on a huge hill getting really itchy, or that you scoop dog poop off.
I love it.
I’ve loved grass for a while, if I’m honest with myself. Every home Boatman and I have lived in has come with a patchy lawn at best, and it has always been my first order of business, to see the green come to life. I find it so oddly satisfying, to dig up the barren earth, strategically place runners to get the best coverage, and then watch them grow. Slowly, ever so slowly, the brown is absorbed by green, and the lawn becomes lush and beautiful and in need of a mow.
I also quote enjoying mowing lawns, but don’t get me started on that!
On the weekend I built myself a veggie patch.
In doing so, I had to dig up some grass.
It was at this point that I realised just how deep my affection ran.
I did not like to dig it up. It made me sad to see such fine clumps be uprooted from their emerald home.
Thankfully, (which I never thought I’d say), I had some bare spots of lawn from exuberant guinea pigs, so I was able to lovingly transplant each of these blades, and have been watering them affectionately ever since.
It came about on Saturday evening, when catching up with friends, that we realised when it comes to nature, everyone has their thing.
Some love a sunset or a sunrise; the colours of the sky and all that.
For some, it is the beauty of a single flower, with it’s perfect petals or fragrant smell.
Others see beauty in a storm, or the clouds. The sun and the moon. The stars.
A tiny bird, or maybe a grasshopper.
For me, it’s grass.
I love grass.
We have this kind of grass in the top end called buffalo grass, and it’s so awesome. It has wide, flat leaves, and grows in ‘runners.’ You can literally pick up a runner from one part of the garden (or possibly the water gardens if no one is looking. Not that I personally have ever done that,) and plant it somewhere else, and the grass runs along the ground, creating a beautiful lawned area.
At this point you may be thinking I am completely bonkers.
And you may well be right. But it’s not just me. Shakespeare’s 75th Sonnet describes this love affair so beautifully, I only wish I could claim that I had written. Or perhaps changed it slightly.
Tis grass, not stone, not earth, nor boundless sea,
Whose emerald beauty o’ersways their power,
It’s crawling action doth empower its plea
To overtake and supere a fragrant flower
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of winter* days,
When grass blades green are not so stout,
And rodential* appetites donn decay?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Boatman’s best hose from Boatman’s shed lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold the dry wind back?
Or who this spoil of beauty can forbid?
O! none, unless this sprinkler have might,
That in dry months, grass may still shine bright.
(*Winter in Darwin is anything under 20 degrees. True story.)
Something that I love almost as much as grass is getting to announce a new Blogger of the Mo’, something I have sadly neglected just recently
in favour of staring at the grass because I’m just forgetful like that.
To make up for it, I’m announcing three #IBOT bloggers I love today, that I think you should love to.
The first is one of the awesome #teamIBOT.
She has been blogging for less than a year, but is so enthusiastic and positive about everything, you can help but like her.
It’s Yvette, from Delightfully Tacky Little Squirts.
The second one is also a #teamIBOT superstar.
She is always full of wonderful encouragement, and is also so ridiculously beautiful, I’m slightly jealous 😉
Rachel from Red Cliff Style.
Last, but definitely not lease, is a blogger who is almost always at the top of the IBOT list, and is not afraid the shout it from the roof tops.
Or from forms of social media at a least.
Her posts sometimes make me think, and often make me smile.
Plus her tag line makes the abundance of animals in my home seem like a completely normal thing.
Renee from Née Say.
So there you have it. In one blog post you have learnt about a type of Territorian grass, found three new bloggers to stalk, and also experienced some
jesspearian Shakespearian culture.
Imagine what might happen if you read more IBOT posts? 🙂
What’s your thing?