Optimistic Plumes
- Feb 24
- 1 min read
A Giant of a Grass.
On a beautiful February afternoon that felt more like April, I came across this forest of feathery grasses reaching way above my head. Bending and dancing in the breeze they waved at everyone going by, just as happy as I was for the sunshine and the clear, blue sky.
The plant finder in my phone identified it as miscanthus, but I’m not sure which variety – there are a bunch. There’s the sinenses, nicknamed ‘silver feather’ with its arching fountain-like shape, and the gracillimus, aka ‘maiden grass’ with her showy, graceful plumes and — my favorite — giganteus. Guess what that means.
"While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.”
Patience Strong
In Minnesota we know that, in February, Spring is not exactly standing at the gate, but we can see her coming way down the path—so we can experience the joys of anticipation.
In the meantime we can admire this giant miscanthus happily watching and waiting—such a lovely thing on a winter afternoon.
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