grasping grasses

I was out early this morning. The sun rising in the notch to be up even longer then the accounted for minutes.

I was picking grasses. Because with my wildflowers i feel i have come to a ceiling. To know the name of every next unidentified flower i meet, it feels impossible. So i resolute to take on grasses.

I know grasses from rushes and sedges.

But to know which grass it is; it is all a mystery to me. Is it fescue or a bluegrass this could be some kind of wild oats for all i know?

grasping for grasses

my last straw

 like grass my marriage persist