Travel theme: Grasses

This week I wanted to take a look at one of the unsung heroes of the natural world, the humble grass family. I chose this subject after listening to friends complain about having to mow the lawn, to which I say if you don’t like mowing the lawn, let there be meadow.

Cheeky grasses peeping out between pavers and railway sidings in New York’s Highline Park, an amazing creation by master plantsman Piet Oudolf.

More of Piet’s amazing grasses at the Highline.

Delicate pink grasses on Staten Island.

The great grassy plains of Ebey’s Landing on Whidbey Island.

Tightly manicured grass of the Zen Garden at the Bloedel Reserve.

And last, but definitely not least, dreamy grasses in Manhattan‘s Battery Park, another of Piet Oudolf’s creations.

Don’t let the grass grow under your feet, start a grass roots movement with your own interpretation of this week’s theme. If you would like to join in (everyone’s welcome!) here’s what to do:

Create your own post and title it Travel theme: Grasses
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I hope you enjoy this week’s challenge!

xxx Ailsa

I doubt very much that the chief executives of any of the Fortune 500 corporations can name five edible plants, five native grasses, or five migratory birds within walking distance of their homes, or name the soil series upon which their house sits. And I would contend that if you don’t know where you are, you are in fact nowhere at all. – Paul Hawken

I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head.- Pierre Loti

About ailsapm

Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. And I’m just getting started. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far, I’d love you to follow my travelogue - wheresmybackpack.com - and remember, anyone who tries to tell you it’s a small world hasn’t tried to see it all.

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