It’s a jungle in the tall green. With the neighbors and their two cats moved away, the native grasses left to grow make food and shelter for all kinds of living things. I’ve left the grass alone at our house, too, with tactful trimming and some helpful paths. I’m astonished at the variety and beauty of the seed heads. When the wind blows, it’s like waving fields of grain. I don’t know why anybody cuts the grass around here. The tall stuff is staying green so far! Where I trimmed or cut a path, whatever’s left is turning brown.
The quiet and the grasses bring more animals around. We hardly ever have to feed the cat. I told my wife, for her it’s like a giant cafeteria except the menu is alive.