I don’t normally contemplate grass. But when the stuff is growing like a carpet on speed, and it’s so wet that the mower would sink axle-deep into the mossy sponge that was once a kind of lawn, there’s not much else to do, really.
But long grass does look good in the rain. It looks good in the wind too, with great ripples rushing up the steep bank. And when I stumped out in my wellies to the top of the bank, which I normally keep mown, I found it transformed into a dusky haze of purple.
I do religiously cut the bank to the ground every year and remove the cuttings in an attempt to reduce fertility, and I like to think that the colour and variety of flowers and grass is partly due to this.
Orange hawkweed (Pilosella aurantiaca) and its yellow cousin create threads of colour all over the bank. Unfortunately, they are quite invasive, and I’m constantly digging them out of the borders where they seed themselves. This year has also been remarkable for the number of purple orchids (dactylorhiza spp) and lesser butterfly orchids (Platanthera bifolia). It must be the wet: You can see my floating lawn behind the flower.