This morning was bright and sunny after two days of rain and fog (which I loved). When I was growing up my dad would say that you could hear the grass growing on days like today. He told us that the grass had just had a long drink and now that the sun was out it was reaching up toward the warmth, growing so fast you could hear it. I have a very vivid memory of him slowly stretching his arms up into the air, making satisfied waking up noises, to demonstrate the grass's actions.
Can you hear it?
I love grass growing days.