Fields of growing gold

It's quite a humid evening here, and I am sure I can almost hear the grass growing outside of the study window. You see, it was a rather warm day yesterday as Northland November days go (a whole 26 degrees celsius!) and today it tipped it down with rain, the sort of rain that rivets holes in roofs and carries away small children and animals.

So all in all, prime weather for growing.

Unfortunately, due to a rather absent-minded young lady leaving a towel out on the front lawn and her grandfather running it over on the ride-on mower, causing said towel to entwine itself round the blades in a spectacular and catastrophic manner, the grass will continue to grow for a few more days yet...

However, the grandfather's swearing is predicted to continue until further notice.

I like butter do you like butter?, originally uploaded by Fi@PhotograFi.