The first time you touched grass - I saw today the wonder in a little girls eyes as she touched the grass for the first time.
Perturbed by the green stuff at the end of the rug it was wary, thoughtful and cautious.
Once touched it was excitement, curiosity at the texture and coolness.
Then joy as it was apparent you could rip it out at the roots and have a bunch of spiky green stuff in hand.
Then she was away, wonder and amazement all over as the realisation hit that this was new turf - literally, a new stomping ground and a whole of stuff to explore.
Roll on summer and lots of days in the garden. Over and out. Night night