There’s nothing quite like the simple pleasure of pulling off grass seeds from a tall blade of grass and spreading them in the wind. The softness of the miniature seeds in your hand. And the power of reseeding. To make future grass grow.
Spreading. Reseeding. Growing.
It’s cyclical. Just like childhood to adulthood and then back to childhood.
The other day, my son and I spent some time pulling grass. It was a simple pleasure. It brought me back to my childhood and made me smile.