eating spring grass - Friday May 03 2002

The wind was so strong today in Park Slope that I was reminded of Iceland. In the woods today I noticed lots of fresh tender new leaves had been torn from their boughs and fallen to the ground. The maypole in the Vale of Cashmere is still standing, however.

Back at the brownstone, I was working on captioning my Icelandic pictures when Sally started making motions and noises like she was going to throw up, so I made her relocate to the back porch. She heaved up a big pile of chewed-up dog food (which is indistinguishable from dog shit). Mixed in with this brownish paste was a substantial wad of grass. Sally has been eating a lot of grass lately. At this time of year it is so tender and sweet that it's hard for me to resist eating it too.