I’m ready for winter to be over with. I can’t wait for spring, with its straggly tulips in my front flower bed and its carpets of wild violets across the street in my neighbor’s back yard. While the snow pack has started to melt here, the smothered grass beneath isn’t exactly fulfilling my hunger to see something green.
Thankfully, I have a cat.
Actually, I have three, but the sickly one requires a steady supply of wheat grass to keep him happy. He loves his wheat grass – it doesn’t seem right somehow that a carnivore gnaws on grass, but it’s essential to a healthy diet. And the fresh ones from Petsmart make nice subjects for photography.
I promise, I didn’t oversaturate this image – the grass really is that green. I don’t know what the company fertilizes the stuff with, but it’s vibrant and healthy looking when it’s fresh. Since they grow it in practically no dirt (can’t have the cat making a mess dragging it out of the pot) it doesn’t tend to last long, even with frequent watering.
That’s probably for the best, because a super moist environment of grass seeds and roots tends to breed annoying little fruit flies. It annoys me to no end when Petsmart doesn’t quarantine infested shipments – and sometimes the new grass I bring home hatches out some tiny flies a few days later. Not cool. Not that the cat cares.
For now, spring resides in a tiny patch of grass sitting in front of my cats’ water bowl. Hopefully soon I’ll be photographing violets instead.