The Dancing Grasses

Pennypack meadows in the fall. © Beatriz Moisset. 2009

That autumn day, it was windy but sunny and pleasant in the meadows of Pennypack. The fields looked more alluring than ever, dressed on their ochres, tans and scarlets. The breeze played fantastic tricks on the assortment of tall grasses planted in recent years to restore the meadows to their former glory before farming and mowing had converted them into dull lawns.

Sunlight puts a sparkle on the grasses. © Beatriz Moisset. 2009

Each gust of wind made the grasses dance, sometimes a slow minuet, others a wild disco. We stood there mesmerized. No manicured meadow could produce the glorious spectacle that we observed that day.

It is fall again. When the rain ceases, we will visit the meadows and fill our hearts on their beauty and peace. Perhaps a swallow will slice the sky in its way to South America. Perhaps we'll hear the buzz of a late bumble bee before it retires to its winter sleeping place. The dancing grasses are calling us.

The wind sends the grasses dancing. © Beatriz Moisset. 2009

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