Reminiscences of another time - those are the grasses. Grasses are the graces of a garden - are often beautiful in their fragility, easily destroyed by wind and rain. But they belong also to the first food the humans cultivated.
I am afraid I cannot stop lamenting about our weather at the moment - snow snow snow coming down and not ending. But at usual it is not that dry white stuff with much sun shining from time to time but that ugly wet sh.. that creeps into your bones, your feet become wet and everything is hurting from that damn damp cold.
So I would like to stay under my blankets and dream the apple tree dream...