The other day, I was talking to our neighbor in the back, and she said “Your flowers are coming in really nicely.”
“Um, thanks,” I said, “but I sort of think those might technically be weeds…”
They are pretty, though:
Close-up below the fold:
Of course, even if they are weeds, I can’t really complain, because the adjacent area of the yard looks like this:
One of these days, I’ll probably end up paying somebody a great deal of money to make grass grow here. For the moment, though, scattering seed underneath the gigantic oak tree whose trunk is seen in that picture is my annual quixotic yard work gesture. I usually get scattered tufts of grass by the end of the summer, that almost start to look like a lawn, before the vast quantities of leaves and acorns dropped by the tree kill everything off.