In a rectangle of lawn where our boys used to play football in their younger days, we have let the grass grow again. Instead of close clipped grass, there are lovely waving seed heads of rye and purple fescue.
Ox Eye daisies, buttercups, pigweed and yarrow have arrived and grow into flower. Self heal and birds foot trefoil grow around the edges of the grass. Insects and birds love this patch of "hay meadow".
On a grey but warm afternoon last week, I sat on a garden seat, watching the light change on grass heads moving in the breeze. Old Dog and his dear friend Whisper Dog made themselves a bed in the cool grass.
Whisper behind a veil of purple fescue.