The grass is growing so tall. It never fails to amaze me, each summer, how much an unattended lawn can grow. And every lawn in a village is overgrown. There is no such thing as a lawn mower or yard worker. Grass is grass, and grass is supposed to grow as grass grows. And so it does here. Very high. It loves the rainy days and the sunny days and the hot days and the cold days. The grass here is not bias towards weather or wind or footprints. It just lives and lives beautifully- all over, overgrown. And quite honestly I wouldn't have it any other way.
