If you happen to be driving by a grass field you won't miss the Pampas, the tall fluffy cottony feather dusters.
As a little girl i fell victim to some meany's practical joke. The kid appeared to me to be nibbling at the stalk of this grass and enticed me to try it out to taste the 'sweet nectar" if i did (a Garden of Eden moment, if you will). The moment i pursed my lips on a stalk, he pulled the stalk end, with me ending up with a mouthful of the flowers' fuzzy parts. I almost cried. Such is my association with the pampas grass. Needless to say, my eyes were opened.
