i don’t know what this grass is called, despite a very nerdy effort this evening via google and a guidebook called “la garrigue, grandeur nature” (thank you sonia!). the little woolly seed heads of this plant are bobbing everywhere right now along the streets of our village and along the rural roads of the languedoc. all i can think of is the fact that i am 52, and despite spending most of my life feeling pretty sharp, i sometimes feel as empty headed as this seed fluff: what was that place called? where did we go that year? who was that guy, you know, that guy . . . with the hat? and the . . . you know . . . at that place?

abundant roadside grasses

autignac, languedoc, france

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