Green grass, soft grass

The grass on the other side is usually not that green when you finally cross over, it has been posited. When many people have sold their souls everything they own to have enough money to start a new life in another country, they have often been disappointed.

I sold almost everything. I was lucky I did not have to sell everything but I guess that’s neither here nor there.

But that’s not the point; the point is, is the grass really not green? On my first day in the United States of America, I could not resist commenting on the grass. The grass is … soft.

Yes, I was used to walking with caution in the grass back home because there are weeds and all kinds of mean things in the grass, waiting to prick your toes. There are great things about Uganda but sometimes, you can’t help but walk with caution. Even with great national things like the Equator and recently, snow in western Uganda, though that was later explained as hail stones!

At the Equator in Masaka, Uganda

At the Equator in Masaka, Uganda

When I came here, however, I walked in the grass and felt like my feet were being massaged.

I have been educated since I have been here. I have been told the lawn business is on of the biggest in America. Companies sell grass to home owners or developers because this is something that comes with the territory. I guess if you are going to pay through the nose for grass, it had better be soft to the touch.

So the grass and the seasons are intertwined. I am waiting for the ride because apparently, all the good things I have been thinking about the USA are going to vanish once the mean weather starts.

We are entering the Fall so the leaves are going to start falling off as the winds pick up. In this part of the country, apparently, Fall is not as colorful as it is in other states. Still, the trees are looking like something out of Alice in Wonderland. The leaves are starting to look pretty amazing.

Avenue in Garden City on my way to interview an old man on his 90th birthday.

Avenue in Garden City on my way to interview an old man on his 90th birthday.

There are different new things that I am discovering about this place. Like the weather and the candidness of Americans, especially in small town America, where my family and I are trying to start a new life.

Sometimes, beautiful pictures like this just make me think of home and how distant that is starting to feel like day by day.


About Steven

It wasn't me; arrest the voices. It was the voices in my head. Sike! I am Ugandan first. I care for development in my country. I am a curious observer second and I care to know what you think.
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