We went for a “thank heavens it’s spring” walk.
Just past the Spohr Gardens, with blooming daffodils and old rhododendrons, we came to the entrance of one of the houses that line oyster pond. There used to be a quaint and quirky “half timbered” style mini-manor there. It was torn down and replaced with a modernist stone and glass construction, “straight outta bauhaus”. From the sublime to the ridiculous, if you ask me, but I digress.
There is a slope on one side of the road that goes down to the modern marvel. By some miracle it was not stripped of its grass during the construction project. It’s great grass.
This year’s new green was pushing up out of the wind-combed strands of last year’s stalks. The old, faded growth was Coquina-colored.
Enter the dog.
Dog and grass looked great.
This dog inspires one to literary heights.
Grass like dog hair.
Dog hair like grass.
Dog like hairy grass.
Hairy grass don’t care.
OK, OK, that’s just doggerel.
Sorry about that.
But she does look good on this grass.
Grass is to chew.
The next pic makes her look a million times fiercer than she was at the time.
Or is ever.