Saturday was devoted to collecting native seed, mostly woodland grasses like bottlebrush and woodland brome. We ranged over a large stretch on the west side of the site, allowing us to see more plants, and a greater variety, than we would on a typical brush-cutting day when we're confined to a smaller area.
This is one of the beauties of seed collecting. Another is that you get up close and personal with the good stuff, the plants we're trying to save, rather than arm-wrestling the troublesome species we're always trying to remove. It's serious fun.
I also had the good fortune to get to Ted Stone this week for more seed hunting; we did a spell in the woodland, then moved to the prairie under a beautiful blanket of clouds. The youngest one present was four months shy of her second birthday. Good times...