Through the Grass

My sister brought to my attention that out of my last five blog posts three of them had pictures of something (plums, tigers, owls) through the bushes (or trees). So here is one more.
When I was little I was always sad when my parents said it was time to mow the grass because I loved laying on the ground and peaking through the long grass pretending I was a tiger, or some explorer about to discover something amazing.
Apparently I still feel that way, I just take pictures instead of laying there on the grass.