Late summer

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Somewhere between Woods Hole and North Falmouth, on the bike trail, we encountered this spot, a wild flurry of grasses, seemingly getting in one of their last rounds of soaking in the sun.

Most people were looking the other way, toward the water, the Bay with Martha’s Vineyard in the distance, with wind surfers and ferry boats cutting across the horizon. That was fun to look at, the ever-changing surface of the water planet.

Yet, I was attracted to the grasses and their quiet plant work of taking some of our extra carbon dioxide and turning it into oxygen. That’s what we need right now, you know. But plants don’t boast or puff themselves up about it. They just do it.

And look intriguingly beautiful at the same time!