TURFGRASS : NATURE’S CONSTANT BENEDICTION
Next in importance to the divine profusion of water, light and air - those three great physical facts which render existence possible –may be reckoned the universal beneficence of grass…
Grass is the forgiveness of Nature— her constant benediction. Fields trampled with battle, saturated with blood, torn with the ruts of cannon, grow green again with grass and carnage is forgotten…
Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal… it softens the rude outline of the world.
Unobtrusive and patient, it has immortal vigor and aggression. Banished from the thoroughfare and the field, it abides its time to return, and when vigilance is relaxed, or the dynasty has perished, it silently resumes the throne from which it has been expelled, but which it never abdicates. It bears no blazonry of bloom to charm the senses with fragrance or splendor, but its homely hue is more enchanting than the lily or the rose. It yields no fruit in earth or air, yet should its harvest fail for a single year, famine would depopulate the world.
John J. Ingalls