It's been a horrible year for wild flowers. The drought (more on this later) has mostly taken care of that. There is a little color here and there, but not much. That's what makes this post so cool.
Once or twice a year the edge of the road is mowed. Some folks call this a ditch; I call it a road border. Regardless, it gets a trim. This year the mowing started from the far end of my lane and onward in all directions until pavement begins...miles. I don't know why they don't mow along side pavement.
As the mower went on from my lane past The Farmer's house, it stopped for 18 inches and then resumed for miles. A few wonderfully lavender cone flowers had sprouted all by themselves. The county maintenance worker could not bring himself to mow these down. He left this patch for all to enjoy. It was an inconvenience for sure but I wish I could thank the driver.
These few are making it through the drought.
Once or twice a year the edge of the road is mowed. Some folks call this a ditch; I call it a road border. Regardless, it gets a trim. This year the mowing started from the far end of my lane and onward in all directions until pavement begins...miles. I don't know why they don't mow along side pavement.
As the mower went on from my lane past The Farmer's house, it stopped for 18 inches and then resumed for miles. A few wonderfully lavender cone flowers had sprouted all by themselves. The county maintenance worker could not bring himself to mow these down. He left this patch for all to enjoy. It was an inconvenience for sure but I wish I could thank the driver.
These few are making it through the drought.
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