Grass growing wild, unkempt, in varying shades of greens, sepia and yellow has a certain something to it. Somewhat like poetry in blank verse. Like a Japanese Haiku. There is no order or symmetry,however, the result is pure magic. A manicured lawn doesn't evoke the same emotions. It is plastic, like astro turf.
Boulders and wild grass go well together as do flagstones and a well trimmed lawn.
We shouldn't try to force them to coexist the other way around. Disharmony will result.
Dew on the bamboo, yellow flowers and orange sunsets, the sound of rain...the whistle of the wind, the rush of flowing water, the smell of woodsmoke, the crackle of a wood fire,the moon in all its phases.......
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Grass growing wild, unkempt, in varying shades of greens, sepia and yellow has a certain something to it. Somewhat like poetry in blank verse. Like a Japanese Haiku. There is no order or symmetry,however, the result is pure magic. A manicured lawn doesn't evoke the same emotions. It is plastic, like astro turf.
Boulders and wild grass go well together as do flagstones and a well trimmed lawn.
We shouldn't try to force them to coexist the other way around. Disharmony will result.
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