By this time the holy-grass is nodding its brown_ tassels in the meadow. You miss the full richness of its fragrance, perhaps, till after it is mowed. This is the grass which on saints’ days is appropriately strewn before church doors in the north of Europe. Why should it also be called Seneca grass, or indeed vanilla grass, for the odor is not like that of vanilla ?
The most pervading sweetness of our meadows in May and June comes from the sweet-scented vernal grass, whose internal structure allies it to the holy grass, though it is much less beautiful, bearing merely a stiff green spike, relieved a little, however, by its glistening feathery white stigmas when in full flower.
Breath of the Year