Ode to Little Bluestem
Its hairy racemes are red now. It must be fall. Its flowering stalks, anchored to its tufted base, blow in the breeze. Its the star of the meadow — food and cover for the Field and Song sparrows throughout the winter. Nothing, not even snow, will bend its upright form until the mower comes in early spring.
The video has other stars as well. In order of appearance: Little Bluestem, Switchgrass and Broomsedge.
Looks lovely! See you and the grasses tomorrow.
That’s good. The real thing is much better than the video, which lost quality as it went through the many conversions to get to this blog