An unexpected crop of grasses with glossy, furry seedheads has taken root at the front of my bed this year. I have no recollection of planting them but despite their clearly invasive intent, I can’t bring myself to uproot such grace and beauty. On a sunny, silent summer afternoon what is more pleasing to the eye than grasses swaying lightly in the breeze? So, for now, I let them thrive even knowing, as I surely do, that the seedheads will likely see a lot more of these grasses across the bed and may be a problem in the making for another year.
What is just wonderful is that this year an hour or two of weeding here and there seems to be enough to satisfy the guilt that says I should be working and it is easier than in other years to simply sit and enoy the colour and movement and to watch the birds.
