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Grindelwald, Switzerland: In Photos
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Ahh, withering red oak leaves one of late autumn's most profound signatures. And the grass, is it foxtail (Aloepocuris)?
ReplyDeleteNice pics. Thank you.
I always love your comments, Bill, because so many times I learn something! From what I can find online, I think the grass is foxtail. One of my lifelong goals is to take some ecology/naturalist glasses and really figure out my MN plants.
ReplyDeleteYou can but that on your 30 under 30 list of things to do!
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