In order to sow grass you must collect the seed of grass, a laborious process which comes with a chorus of delicate squeaks. The fringe zone erupting along the parameter of recently logged forest sprouts a species of undomesticated grass in light green clumps, with blades tall and fragile. Individual blades of false malic grass (Schizachne purpurascens) reach for the broke light from between fallen timber. Their ideal environment. Sturdy in soils loaded with rocks and partial shade, false malic grass is highly sought for restoring disturbed woodlands.
Spikelets of seeds - the portion we normally visualize as the grain of a domestic wheat plant- only advertise their readiness when their floret tips are bathed in sunlight at just the right time. As for sowing via the Big Three Seed Spreaders, wind, water, and wildlife, this makes false malic grass perfectly fertile for its now drooping, tender teeth to intertwine with fronds of forest fern, break loose against peeling bark, or droop so low as to sweep the nearby soil with its head and so shake free its seeds to produce another stolid clump in the next growing season.
Collecting grass seed might strike a grower as myopic, after all grass is ubiquitous in urban environments. Tread lightly, however, as the hunter of false malic grass will need to arm themselves with knowledge of deep forest courses, mowed through by industry and who are acutely yielding back to the precision of fringe forest vegetation. Although the species in a fringe zone resemble their blanketing forest kin, there is a dramatic schism that exists between the light dripping down through layers of wooded canopy and that of the broken open sky pouring into fringe zones. You must be contentious to spot the lime green threads bowing their heads with the burden of a seasons fertile offspring.
While other species equally seize the closing gap left by a logged clearing, where the competition for light, rain, and root space has been significantly slackened with the absence of trees, so the pockets of suitable conditions for false malic grass are equally protean. Once you adjust your eyes for the low wave of your target in the humid air, you may collect what the fruits of your hunt. Grip the each blade with your thumb and index finger. Cup the rest of your palm to catch the shaking florets and pull upward against the tip of the dropping head of grass. The dragging motion will give off a squeak. Your hand will continue to feel empty but overturn it to reveal the 4-12 grains of grass seed: your spoils to heal the forest.
Prairie seed collecting is a gentle practice. In the epoch of wild food gathering, any amount of carbohydrates were prized for their sustained energy. The squeak in the seed collecting must have added a high-pitched humor to each unique and beautiful woodland prairie song. It is a task for the homely philosopher. The angry crier. The disenfranchised dreamer. To be on one's knees chasing pinches of elusive false malic grass.
There is no goodly, reliable way to ensure large quantities can be collected. Nor should there be.
With love and nothing else,