The tall grasses

The midsummer grasses growing thigh-high in the Alphen Trail greenbelt are beautiful. Sadly, they are usually mown at their peak by the municipality. 

Ted the corgi is pleased about the mowing, though, because his vet said that a grass seed might be the cause of an eye irritation and retinal ulcer he has developed, warranting round the clock drop-treatment to save his eye from serious damage. 

In the woodland (mostly exotic poplars) owls call at night. It is beautiful relief after thumping overhead neighbors in Brooklyn.

The only thing missing is a Frenchman.