Last time I walked at Oak Point expecting to be wowed by butterflies, the beauties on display were the grasses. The only grass I can reliably identify is inland sea oats, so I won't embarrass myself trying to name these. On a glorious September Sunday morning they were golden.
This volunteer hippie plant at work was not what we wondered on first glance. It's good to have a botany intern.
|A vitex bush sprouted in the milkweed area|