I forced myself out of the house, after work on Monday, for a quick yomp through the Stratford Reserve. It was a muggy, overcast evening, but the dull light seemed to intensify the colours of the vegetation.
In particular, I was struck by the variety of colours and forms of the grasses that had been left to grow especially long. Timothy grass - purplish 'cats' tails' of flower heads, drooping yellowish false oat grass, mingling with the stiff, dark green heads of rye grass.
I'm no expert on grasses and as an ecologist I struggle to retain the knowledge on identifying species, but this year I feel I've discovered how beautiful they can be, which has really helped in remembering certain species. Of course, it's difficult unless you're regularly outside surveying, which I am not these days, sadly.
This weekend the Wimbledon finals will likely prevent any outdoor excursions!