This is the season of grass. We have a remarkable variety of grasses here in our little valley.
And right now, they're all blooming.
(Notice the flies as pollinators.)
A close-up reveals some interesting structures. What are those little white feathery things? No idea. (Grass biology isn't my specialty.)
All these blooming grasses are beautiful...
...for those without allergies. For everyone else, it's a nightmare.
Have you ever stopped to marvel at grasses?
Seriously, I never gave grasses much thought except at a subliminal level when it comes to pasturage for cows. But here in our new home, all the wild grasses are out in force. As we walk the dog morning and evening, I was struck by how lovely they are.
I decided to document what's growing around here. I'm not a botanist so I don't know what they are, but here's a sampling. In fact, I'll label the photos so you can help identify them. (I might have duplicated some entries; sorry.)
Exhibit 1:
Exhibit 2:
Exhibit 3 (baltic rush?):
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Exhibit 5 (timothy?):
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Many of these grasses are blooming like mad, to Don's distress (allergies). Whenever Mr. Darcy diverges off the road, we can follow his progress through the grass by the little puffs of pollen that follow him.
I know things will dry out as the summer progresses, so I'll admire the lush beauty of these grasses while I can.
