Well, now I have to confess, as you can see, that I have not mowed the lawn since coming home from hiking. No one cares, out here in the country, except me. But I can justify it by finding beauty in the weeds. This is some kind of witch grass. I'm not going to get more specific than that, 'cause I "don't do" grass. (I'll stick to sedges for complicated IDs.) It's fluffy and purple. But look what happens to it in the early sunlight with dew on it...
Now it is magical- a treasure of silver.
Maybe it is precious, sparkling gems, with crystal spikes.
very magical indeed, beautiful. this reminds me of my childhood, though we definitely have different weeds, but i loved running in the midst of the weeds and even hiding in them when I was little :)
ReplyDeleteHaha.. you have a field of treasure.
ReplyDeleteIf my lawn looked like that when I didn't mow I might be tempted to let it go more often. How pretty that is. Of course if I were to let my lawn go I would surely get a letter from the borough office regarding neighbor complaints
ReplyDeleteI approve. We 'can't' do grass very well here, lack of rain you see.
ReplyDeleteLove the colours.
How awesome, I believe that the botanical gardens is showcasing this type of grass as a low-water (green) alternative to keeping a well manicured, often cut lawn. You are ahead of the trend!
ReplyDeletebetchai- tall plants were a completely different world when were were small, weren't they? I used to hide under grape vines.
ReplyDeleterainfield- too bad they won't take it at the grocery store
Ann- yes, I would be in deep trouble in a town
Glynis- I can't imagine how you grow anything with the lack of rain you've mentioned.
J- Well, I can't imagine that cities would really allow it. It's about a foot high, and not much fun to walk through really, but who knows!
Wonderful pictures. Makes you glad you kept the mower in the barn, wot?
ReplyDeleteVanilla- Well, it's not the greatest for walking in! It tickles my ankles when I hang the laundry. But it's sure better than crab grass.
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