My three year old brought me one of these grass heads in her fist today, "Look mummy, it's pretty." In a whole field of waving grass she noticed one she wanted to share. But even in the same type of grass there are variants in colour, faded gold, shades of green and dusky pink. I love the sharpness of Ryegrass, it's bold, hard shapes, both curves and points, it's a contradiction.
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