"Plume grass - can anything be more beautiful than those rusty red grass heads, so richly coloured? It stands till the end of winter, swaying in the wind, like an old woman still dreaming of her glories."

"Plume grass - can anything be more beautiful than those rusty red grass heads, so richly coloured? It stands till the end of winter, swaying in the wind, like an old woman still dreaming of her glories."