Living in the country, we have our fair share of grass growing; oat grass, rye grass just to name a few. When I first married Dominic and moved to the farm, living in a newly built house, there wasn't a whole lot of landscaping going on in the yard. We had a few rose bushes, a few trees and that was about it. Now, eight years later, there's slightly more landscaping {we take things slow} but one of the things that's remained the same is the oat grass growing on the far side of the driveway.
At first I wanted it gone, mowed down. But you know what? It has grown on me. I like it. It sways in the wind almost like it's waving with its delicate rustle that can be heard if our windows are open.
