Queen Anne's lace continues to grow in abundance along our rural roadways. Sharing space with those now tall and broad-faced wildflowers are butterfly weed, and wild roses. Blooming trumpet vine climbs on barbed wire fences, and nestled near the fence posts are clusters of day lilies.
Mother has planted a small wildflower garden that is just now sprouting. We're anxious to see what it yields. There is a new variety of daisy blooming in one of the gardens, and cone flowers in another one, both considered to be wildflowers.
Hubbie professes not to be a fan of wildflowers, many of which he considers to be "just weeds," but Mother and I find most of them quite beautiful.
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