The blue bunch wheatgrass of the West, the signature grass of the Intermontane Grasslands, the beautiful one herself, stands straight and tall, until her seeds grow heavy and weigh her down, but even that is not enough to spread her out far enough to catch the rain through the winter and the next year.
To find the perfect arc to catch the rain, the thunderstorms of June are the thing.
The tension between the fibbers of blue bunch and gravity, find their perfect arc.
But only with the seed, that holds the water, as it will find it again, when it drops to the soil, at the new extension the rain has given to the plant.
What a beautiful and balanced world!