This land has never been plowed.
That's starthistle.
This land has never been plowed.
That's kudzu.
This land has never been plowed.
That's cheat.
Now, I'm not saying your property looks like that, but if you think that plowing or not denotes "native," you probably don't have any idea what I have been saying, so let me be more explicit. I mean that our land (other than our vegetable boxes) is ALL NATIVE SPECIES, right down to the tiniest forb, including every blade of grass. The restoration project on our land started as with overgrown fuel bomb infested with introduced species for over 150 years that we know of. Yes, I weed it all (and our neighbors' properties too), seven months a year, much of it on my hands and knees, many times, nearly 25 acres of it.
Unless you have studied botany extensively, I seriously doubt that you even know all the grass and forb species you have, much less have measured them quantitatively. Vegetative transects on our meadows measure 99.6% pure native plants, most of them forbs. We have documented 355 plant species here, with meadows having as many as 40 within ten feet (we started with less than 60). There are 33 species of grasses, rushes, and sedges here alone. In fact, I have been asked to publish these results in an academic journal, as they are unprecedented in the field of "restoration ecology."
So, when I said "native perennial bunch grasses," it really is a distinction with a difference, especially when their associated native forbs are included. That we have green grass (and especially sedges) atop a hot sunny ridge at the end of summer deep in the Coastal mountains of California is unheard of. The difference is that we have virtually all native plants under a uniquely strict degree of control.
If green bothers you that much, get a goat.
What a stupid thing to say. If you are so lazy that you haven't checked out who I am and what I've done on this forum in the area of exposing enviro-racketeering in government land management, if you read what I said and posted to you carefully and understood the commitment it to our land it denoted, then this is my last polite post to you, and believe me, I can get very nasty with a demonstrably-ignorant jerk like you. The good news for you is that for now I won't go to much of an effort, because you are clearly incapable of comprehending what you are reading, much less sufficiently diligent to check things out.
As it is, I want a pair of St. Croix sheep because I want my grasslands even more productive. Once I've finished the conference center and built a barn, I will.