Across the street from where I work is agricultural land.
Last year it was planted in safflower. Before that cattle sometimes grazed there.
This year it is coming up grass. I can't tell yet whether it was actually planted in wheat or barley. It has been a mild, slow spring, and the grass is now at the 12 to 18 inch length where it bends gracefully in the wind.
The underside of a blade of grass is less green, more silver than the top. As the wind moves across the hillside across the street, delicate curving waves of dark and light march slowly along. Ever changing. I could watch for hours.