I was beginning to worry that I wouldn’t have an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with one of my favorite native plants this year.  Blue Grama is Colorado’s state grass and a real beauty.  The prayer-flagged stems look like musical notes on a staff, the blooms like purple eyelashes.  The grass is said to predict the severity of the coming winter.  The more lashes, the more cold and snow.  I wear this plant on my skin, having had it tattooed along with a line from one of my favorite Wendell Berry poems.  This year I discovered just a few of the newly emerging purple blooms in the only remaining green grass on Buffalo Grass Trail – our private name for our “green” belt trail.  But at least I did not miss them completely.

I will serve the earth and not pretend my life could be better served.  My life is only the earth, risen up a little way into the light, among the leaves – Wendell Berry from The Morning’s News