Summer in Indiana is warm and humid, which is good for insects, and bad for me, as my blood is apparently rather sweet.
The worst place to be then are swampy areas, which explains that I haven’t consciously seen the local sedge varieties, until today.
In contrast to grasses the stems have triangular cross sections, and the flowers are wonders of architecture.
There are over 5000 different species around, so if this becomes another obsession of mine, brace yourself for the next decade of posts.
The geometric complexity is astonishing. In one specimen of carex grayi (above) I counted 17 spikes, which is a strange number. How do they know where to grow another one?
This little excursion probably cost me an ounce of blood (and subsequent itching). It has been worth it.
The Inner Frame 