I obsess about grass. Running on wet, freshly mowed lawns. Jumping in the sprinklers. Sitting on quilts watching fireworks go off on the fourth of July. Strolling through Parisian parks. Picnicking in front of Napoleon mausoleum. An afternoon taking self protraits at Saint James Park. Sleeping. Sleeping. Dreaming. Reading a novel under a willow tree. Cuddles. Laughs. Blowing bubbles. Hide and Seek.

Grass defines summer and I love summer as much as I love the ice cream man, popsicles, and sidewalk art.