Ray shot this view of "our field" a week ago, about 5:30 in the morning. A few days later two harvesters appeared and wove back and forth all day cutting the grass seed and leaving the field looking like a badly cut butch. The cutting doesn't do much to change our view, though it certainly disturbed the many creatures who called the tall grass home.
The Willamette Valley likes to call itself the grass seed capitol of the world, and I guess it is. I don't know why the world needs so much grass seed. Wouldn't it be better to plant tomatoes and peppers and lettuce and potatoes or even grains in this fertile soil? It's always seemed a terrible waste to me, but then with the exception of a few short years in Portland, we haven't had a house with a lawn since 1969.