By: Blonde Two
As autumn rolls on, there are only two things left growing in my greenhouse. A rather splendid chilli plant (which is probably starting to get a bit chilly) and a pot of grass. Please be reassured here, dear Blondees and Blondettes, that by the words “pot” or “grass” I am not referring to any type of recreational drug. It is just what I said, a pot of grass.
If you remember, the seed for this beautiful pot was given to me by Ranger Bill for distribution down at Dartmoor’s Deeper Marsh. Last time I went, there wasn’t much grass sprouting going on, so I still have my bag of seed to scatter.
Today, I think, is the right day for such a mission!
Dear me! From Mr. Blonde Two’s numb bum to pot and grass! What is this blog coming to? Which reminds me, I meant to ask whether the grass you mentioned before was Hard Rush?
Love the Fly Agaric. There were lots in the Birch woods around Loch Lomond. So beautiful, yet so toxic!
I am not sure about the name of the grass. I will ask Ranger Bill next time I see him.