Weed Identification Time!
I love a mixed up weed, and here's a beauty! Who knows what it is? Comments are working again; blogger is working again!
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A February Fence
I had a day with so many disparate activities to do, one after the other. None of them involved going to a park or even a mudpuddle. I did take a taxi and a bus and a train and a purposeful walk. Somehow, it's just not the same. D id I accomplish something? What an unusual question. I know who accomplished something, and it's whoever made it over this fence, that's who!
Amber Waves of Weeds
A side glance takes me to this field of weeds, clearly designed to reflect the small amber tree.
A Plant-being, Being a plant.
Ah, It's another Vacant Lot Plant Playing Chiasmus Isn't this beautiful!
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?