The grass is growing, the flowers are blooming, the shirts are getting thinner and the days are getting longer. It’s a sad time for some, but what comes after the dark, cold winters isn’t all too bad either. There’s something about the smell of fresh cut grass that announces the spring season. With it come the last opportunities to ride (personal recommendation: Pleasure Spring Session in Laax), cheap end of season deals, and the annual hunt for eggs (which can be interpreted in a number of ways).
So the lawnmower love was taken and a few lines were made in the grass. Fortunately our garden grows the most pristine grass of all; made of snow, style, and sound.
Played while writing this post:
Thao Nguyen & The Get Doewn Stay Down – “Bag Of Hammers”
The Unbearables – “The Line”
A.C. Newman – “Like A Hitman, Like A Dancer”