611 posted on 04/06/2008 6:08:48 AM PDT by Tax-chick
("Everything is either willed or permitted by God, and nothing can hurt me." Bl. Charles de Foucauld)
Besides rain, that grass is struggling to grasp every molecule of Carbon Dioxide it can get to produce cellulose for its structural material. (n CO2 + n H2O = C6H10O5(n) {generic formula for cellulose} + O2)
-- Gasping for breath, you might say.
We should feed it more. Smell the flowers, but breathe on the grass. (It will return the favor.)
616 posted on 04/06/2008 6:51:51 AM PDT by NicknamedBob
(Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote ...)