The flowering of prairie grasses is one of my favorite phenological occurrences. They are full of contradictions... subtle by nature of their size -- in my experiencemost people don't notice them, or even realizes that grasses have flowers... and yet they dangle almost provocatively (flowers are, after all, sexual organs... and grasses put it all out there!) They are delicate and fragile-looking, and yet they are mighty in numbers. Mostly they are, if you look closely at them, just incredibly beautiful, with varied colors and textures...
Here, Indian grass flowers:
Big bluestem flowers, not close-up, but you can see that they're hanging there, right?
And switchgrass flowers, which were so small I had to put my hand there to get the camera to focus at all.
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