“Mom, That Crazy Lady is Rolling Around in the Grass Again.”

And that’s how we know its spring. There are stains on the knees of my boy’s jeans and little blades littering the floorboard.

(365 Day 93 Photo)

There’s the smell of it and the Saturday morning sound of it being cut (or not, another possible point of contention with neighbors.)

But even when it’s long and itchy, it looks pretty in the breeze, like suburban fescue.

Kids, tomorrow lets lay in the mounds of clover and make flower crowns for the dogs.