here is documented proof -
sometimes the grass IS greener on the other side of the fence! and no that is not snow - it is too much light - the grass was actually very yellow brown like hay but on a rainy day pictures were no easy trick.
The first time we saw this area while traveling through Oregon we thought it was fluke and wished for our camera.
When we saw it this last trip it was too late to snap the picture. On the way home we stopped first by the side of the road and then in another area at the lookout above the winding road up the hill. My adventuresome hubby trekked off over hill and dale and captured the shots. He wanted the evidence. So did I.
Why is the grass (in at least 2 places in Oregon) greener on the other side of the fence?
I have no idea! I could make up some theories but so can you.
What are yours?
There are many ways we compare ourselves to others.
Sometimes their lives seem 'greener' than our own - better in some way.
I despised my frizzy mousy brown hair when I was growing up. All the really 'cool' styles required smooth locks. And nice blonde was beyond my wildest dreams. I so wished I could only have hair that wasn't so frizzy that the other kids shouted, "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear ... " and other taunts.
(I had to learn to NOT brush it 100 strokes a day. That didn't make my hair shine - it made it fuzzier!)
Last time I visited a very young granddaughter, she asked me why my "hairs is all curled." She said hers isn't and 'curls is pretty'. Her mother's 'hairs are all curled' too - we both have naturally curly hair.
I am very grateful for naturally curly hair.
Once someone asked my daughter where she got her beautiful perm. She said her mother gave it to her. They phoned me for an appointment! We all had a good laugh. I suppose that wasn't a lie. I do NOT 'do' hair - not even my own. I live on the wash and 'finger-comb-shake' method.
My poor little grandchild - I think she feels bad that her shiny blond hair is straight as a board.
I told her that when I was a little girl I thought only 'hairs' without curls were pretty.
I left her mulling that over as a seemingly new thought.
She is one lucky little girl to have straight blond hair!
In my life I have often just had to accept that I am not always on the greener side of the fence. I do my very best to be my very best and be in the very best places I can be. That will have to be good enough.
But at times I come to realize 'all my hairs is curled'. There are some who believe I live on the green side of that conundrum.
I will have to be sure I don't envy those that are in greener places and be grateful for what is on my side.
Perhaps you wish your grass wasn't so green because it needs to be mowed.
