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I can't help myself. I just love grass and it is never better than in summer time. I know you won't mind because some of you have told me you are rather keen on grass too.

The Grass by Emily Dickinson
"The grass so little has to do,---
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,---
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.

And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.

And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,---
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!"


  1. I came home the other day to the scent of newly mown rye grass. It was wonderful.
    It's a beautiful photograph, JE. You can post all the grasses you like, I'm very keen on them.

  2. Same here: grass is good. Not that short spikey stuff referred to as lawn - though that too has its day. But the long heads of seed like this one here ... and and and ... I love the rusty corrugated iron roofs in the background. And is that a thistle on the left?

  3. PJ, I also love the scent of newly mown grass but the next thing I do is sneeze ... it gives me hayfever.

    Julie, no it isn't a thistle. Looks more like Paterson’s Curse to me.

  4. I don't think I have seem PC up close. I wonder who P was?

  5. I did some digging on the story behind Paterson's Curse and the name. It was introduced to Australia as a garden species -- not surprisingly because it is a pretty plant. By the turn of the last century it was already showing itself to be a weed. Apparently in the 1890s it was planted in a garden on a property near Albury and took off. The people who owned the property were the Paterson's of the curse. I wondered why it was such a curse other than spreading wildly
    and beautifully across great tracts of land but in my search I also discovered it is toxic to grazing animals. By the way it comes from Europe and has gone all around the world but it seem that it only misbehaves in Australia.

  6. Beautiful gold and lovely composition!

  7. Ooh, taa. Followed all those links. Fancy leaving that nomenclature as your legacy to history!

    Have a query though ... turn of the last century ... 1890s ... should you update your mental calendar perhaps?


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