Here in the desert, we often don’t plant lawns. They get shriveled by May, and need too much water. We use rocks instead.
This lawn had a big chunk of brown glass. I’ve never seen such a large piece of glass. (About the size of a shoebox.) But the sun was at the perfect angle. The glass looked as if it were on fire.
Sometimes is just a pile of rocks, sometimes its a piece of art. Up to you, always.
—Quinn McDonald is writing a book about the invisible, visible world. She is a writer and creativity coach.