...nearly everyone has left now and i proceed towards the nearby forest which is not closed at night... but the pulled muscle in my leg becomes more painful again... so i return by bus instead of walking in the forest...
...on the way back i pick a piece of grass that is already in bloom... each grain has a hair-like spike about 3cm long... and now i attempt to identify it from a handbook*... my guess is that it is Meadow Barley, but it could be something else... to identify with certainty you have to learn more than 5 pages of technical names for various parts and features of grass plants and a logical system for distinguishing the many kinds... and as i think of that i am reminded of Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman's name, not only for what we and the botanists call 'blades' of grass, but for his book of poems about 'everything'...
When i sent this page to Nick he replied with a link to an earlier and more complete version of his article Finding Work that Works ...it includes links to other essays by him and members of the 'food not lawns' collective in Oregon.
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