Every Spring the grass grows anew. This year it reached at least twenty feet into the air. It is higher than my second story bedroom window.
Last year we delivered some stalks to a church to put inside the narthex. Grampa John tied the long stalks to the top of our van and off we went. We made it halfway to the church and then the stalks started sliding ... S..L..I..D..I..N..G ... across the car roof and down by the window on my passenger side of the car.
We stopped the car, secured the stalks and then crept the remaining miles to the church.
The stalks looked beautiful inside the church. But we're not going to make that journey again this year!
Grandma Elva