On the Utility of Grass

(NEPAL Chitwan) The green, green grass of not-home. (Photo taken by the author.)

As a terribly nearsighted and astigmatic child, I grew up with gentle rejoinders from my parents and doctors to rest my frequently strained eyes by looking at green things.

Fortunately, I grew up in a neighborhood that had its fair share of grassy vacant lots (presently no longer the case in said neighborhood). To this day, I associate the sight of green grass with all that’s calm, soothing and reinvigorating. (It feels good underfoot too.)

We should all have our little patch of grass. Literally.

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