Vacant Lots

I love a vacant lot. I bet there's one around your corner.

You can tell from the full flowers and weeds that this one is in late summer. The fence, wide wire, is just perfect for the wildflowers.

Here, there's a lot of moisture, but I can smell the dusty dirt from home. Wild barley and stinkweed and yellow blossoms and tufted spires with smallish long grains that stick with your clothes. And remember the high wild grasses with three inch fuzzy ends like caterpillars?