grasses in the garden

Grasses in pots and in the ground at Knoll Gardens. . . .

 

Lovely to get right down into Carex testacea . . .

 . . and Miscanthus ‘Malepartus’.

By the bark circle, an elegant Ginkgo is turning buttery yellow . . .

 . . . and all the tones of late summer and autumn are woven through the borders . . .

 . . . I find I’m particularly taken by the upright Panicum ‘North Wind’ as well as the stature of a gum . . .

 . . . and more buttery foliage on a group of Veronicastrum . . .

 . . with liquorice ligularia heads. Mmmm.! This is an exquisite time of year just before the leaves come down.

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?  Gathering Leaves  Robert Frost