Among the Weeds

A lesson in four scenes

All grasses look the same. (They don’t, but I am willing to delude myself.) © Bronwen Scott

FADE IN

EXT. DAY. A garden — mostly lawn — slopes down to a paddock with eight black-faced sheep. The sky is grey. A light rain falls.

BRONWEN bends down over a patch of lawn and scrutinises the vegetation with a hand lens. Stands up. Brandishes the hand lens.