Good to learn something lovely and colorful is growing in ditches somewhere. California August is spectacularly monochromatic this year. And yet, today I noticed a microscopic olive seedling sprouting in our front ditch --a little green I might not have noticed if not for your poem.
There's a ten mile section of road not far from here and it's almost solid with them ... so beautiful ... and many more blankets of them scattered here and there ... "spectacularly monochromatic" ... :))I'm glad to hear of the olive seedling .. hope springs everywhere..
Goldenrod, asters, and black susans (beginning with black susans) spell the end of summer. Ah, the coming and going of seasons! What better way to measure time?
Wildflowers are, indeed, a fine way to measure time ... :)
You are right, Black-eyed Susans are somehow comforting. They warn of the end of summer but they are still so bright and cheerful.
They are abundant and make me feel so good .. :)
We never had much of Summer this year. Trying to bring some last minute sunflowers on in the greenhouse. They are resisting... :)
They seem to have a mind of their own ... :)
Mindful of the fact that summer is waning we wait with bated breath for Autumn to show its glorious head.
I do love autumn best ... :)
I understand a lotta people think highly of roses. They aren't a patch on black eyed susans..I love this poem
It's one of my favorite things I've written ... was driving down the highway, the ditch filled with them on both sides ... pulled over and wrote it on the cover of the phone book I keep in the car ... :)Thank you, Ray.
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