Grasses that are Saving our Asses
The oasis in our agricultural wasteland may just be the plants that have grown right here the past 10,000 years
A persistent and forceful wind presses against the desiccated and curled leaves of hedge and elm up here on our stretch of old fenceline. From down yonder, amidst the peeping call of turkey poults, the shrill chortle of house sparrows, and cicadas making their brief debut in the soundscape, two fields stand, lashed by the constant gusting of dry air. On…