All summer long, the old man of the birdhouse looks down on me from his six foot perch. But on April Fool’s Day, I’m looking down on him. The warm sun melts the surface of the snow during the day, and the moisture freezes into a crust at night. In the morning, I can walk on water…in snow form.
The pathway to the barn, shovelled clear all winter, is bare ground now. The rest of the yard is still buried beneath nearly two feet of snow. Here’s Pookie, ignoring me as I laugh down at her from the snowy heights.
Willow House Chronicles 
If the Old Man is six feet tall then the grasses behind him must be really high.
Yes, that’s miscanthus giganteus. Impressive, no? It is over 10 feet tall, approaching 12, I think. It has stood up surprisingly well to the winter winds and snow.
Our yard is like this too- it’s all fun and games till the snow beneath you suddenly gives out! (though that’s pretty funny too)
Yes, suddenly breaking through is disconcerting, but great if it happens to somebody else!