It’s impressive how, abused as my spot of land is from the removal of the pine trees and the stumps, it’s struggling to produce. In early September, a whole new wildflower season begins. I call it the yellow flower time of year. Unfortunately I’m low on yellow flowers. I have only one small stand of black-eyed susans. But I certainly will attend to that in future years. Above: a morning glory
I planted the cosmos. Everything else volunteered.
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