“Over in the meadow where the green grass grows”
I was thinking of this poem as I was walking along with Miss Dog. And when you really look closely at the grasses growing in a meadow, they are not all the same boring uniformity as your basic suburban lawn. The grasses can be individuals, growing in their own ways.
This tall one grows in a tussock. It has wheat-like seeds, growing up from the stalks. It’s no doubt a feather reed grass of some sort.
This one features little sprigs of seeds. Miss P enjoys eating grass (perhaps she is part Black Angus) and she especially likes this kind. She swears it’s delicious, and can’t resist it.
This one is a fox tail grass, with lovely fuzzy seed heads.
This grass growing with an entwined dandelion has fine hair-like leaves. This species is called hairgrass (oh who thinks up these names?)
But it’s not all just grasses in a meadow, this weed features tiny white flowers to add a bit of variety to the sea of green.
This thing reminded me of the alien man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. Pretty soon it will be large enough to start eating people (don’t say I didn’t warn you!).
This grass is possibly a patch of wild onion, judging by the stems (oh yeah, I guess I should have sampled it to be sure.)
Here’s a dried stalk of last year’s grass, looking vaguely wheat-like. This is what the others will look like come fall.