So I cleared the breakfast ware earlier than usual this Saturday morning to make room for my bouquet of grasses. I was standing on the road herding the cows into the parlour yard for the farmer, I have my uses, when I saw along the hedgerow a meadow of grasses. It’s that time of year, we’ve had heat, sun and now moisture and the hedges are bursting with colour. I was a woman with a one track mind, not the cuckoo flower or daisy for me today, no, I was collecting grasses.
My farmer tells me that the field the cows had just come out of was at one time, perhaps fifty years ago, similar to my beautiful meadow. With reseeding, advances in agricultural knowledge, the grasses for grazing are made up of ryegrasses and clover. Now for the science bit. Such grasses are hardier, better for grazing, have more mid season regrowth (don’t ask me questions), are higher in sugar, have a good PH and are ideal for preserving
winter food for the cows. Why, the clover is even fixates nitrogen, essential for growth of the sward. I know, I don’t recognize myself. Who is this knowledgable lady? Ta-dah.
So where does that leave our lovely meadow. Well outside the grazing paddock, out to pasture. In the farm’s memory, you could nearly see another farmer spreading a seed-drill of cocksfoot, annual meadow grass or scutch to name but a few. And here we are grazing our cows on ryegrass, perhaps whispering a hello to great grand children. Wouldn’t that be grand?
So this amateur botanist is away now to clear away the table for the next meal that may or may not include men cutting our grass for silage. It depends I suppose on whether or not this passing shower will turn into rain all day. Such a precarious business this grass growing.
A bouquet of grass for you Madame/Monsieur.
I almost feel guilty for taking out my lawnmower after that…
Queue ‘welcome to the jungle’!
Thank you for the nature lesson of wild grasses! we just moved to a lovely quiet road beside a field and the flowers in the verges are stunning. It was while walking past them the other day that I had the urge to check in here – I must have known I would learn something 🙂
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Oh how lovely, enjoy that road while it flourishes in June, July and even August, wait for the smell of the first honeysuckle that takes your breathe! Thanks so much for popping by. Anne