“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”
There were horses grazing in this field the previous day as I drove by. I came back with a bag of carrots and apples only to find they had been sent to the "spring pasture." The owner gladly took my offerings but did not tell me where they were grazing now. Oh well, the sycamores were just putting out buds along the fence line.