old house, bellowing truck, grass

A pleasing sight: an old house, its roof tiles and brickwork the colour of old claret, settled into a cluster of trees which, like it, always seem to have been there.

A builders' truck bellows like a monster as it reverses.

I am thinking about grass: meadow grass that has not been cut, and whose tiny unpetalled, florets are polinated by the wind, and seem to move in waves like the sea; cereals, which has provided food for men and animals since the beginning of time; ornamental grasses; and the hundreds of other grasses, which ornament the earth, including bamboo, which is of course a grass.