I took my camera into the backyard this morning. As I stood there searching for photo possibilities, I listened to the birds singing and felt grateful for the final arrival of spring.
But there was another sound, too.
A faint crinkling came from the ground, leaving me to believe there could be snakes slithering near my feet. I stood still, ready to flee should I spot them. The more I listened, however, the more I realized it couldn’t possibly be snakes as the sound seemed to be coming from all around me.
It took me a moment to realize what the sound was: the grass pushing through the dried leaves covering the earth.
It was the sound of the grass growing.