The grass is always greener once you don't have to mow a lawn anymore.
—Randy K. Milholland
Have patience! In time, even grass becomes milk.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.