We’ve had a weed growing in the junk at the end of our driveway for months now. It comforts me. It really says to passers-by, “We’re not trying too hard around here.” I wish I would have taken photos of it in its prime, but it’s gone to seed now.
Lloyd was going to pick it this evening when he went out to get the trash from the curb, and I shrieked, “NO!! Don’t kill it!” I have carefully avoided it with a mower since ….. August? It must come to its natural end. In fire.
Sweet little guy. You look like a sparker.