Zebra Grass - Fewer Words Wednesday

In one of my parking strips lived a Miscanthus sinensis 'Zebrinus'  AKA Zebra Grass  beneath two rapidly growing deciduous trees.  Each year it would put on a little growth but the increasing shade of the trees was making the grass unhappy.  Last winter I cut down the trees (poor choices for the spot, my mistake 15 years ago.  The Miscanthus decided to show its appreciation for the increased light and decreased root competition by more than doubling in size and for the first time blooming.  Hooray!  I've paired these pictures with the words of "Homeward Bound" a  beautiful song by Marta Keen.  If you'd like to listen to the song, there are three versions, each my favorite, at the bottom of the page.

In the quiet misty morning

When the moon has gone to bed,

When the sparrows stop their singing

And the sky is clear and red,

 

 

When the summer's ceased its gleaming

When the corn is past its prime,

When adventure's lost its meaning -

I'll be homeward bound in time.

 



Bind me not to the pasture

Chain me not to the plow

Set me free to find my calling

And I'll return to you somehow

 

If you find it's me you're missing

If you're hoping I'll return,

To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,

And in the road I'll stop and turn

 

Then the wind will set me racing

As my journey nears its end

And the path I'll be retracing

When I'm homeward bound again

 

 

Bind me not to the pasture

Chain me not to the plow

Set me free to find my calling

And I'll return to you somehow

 

 

In the quiet misty morning

When the moon has gone to bed,

When the sparrows stop their singing

I'll be homeward bound again.