I took this on a breezy, sunny day. The flowers only open in the sun. When the sun is hidden, they close up.
I remember reading once where a “gardener” had a wildflower garden in the front of his house. It was wild. Untamed. Chaos.
Neighbors wanted him to conform and get rid of the disconcerting mess.
This is what they agreed that he or anyone else in the neighborhood could have:
Grass lawn. Check. Trees. Check. Shrubs. Check. Ground covers–the acceptable kind. Check. Flowers–the legitimate kind. Check.
What makes for unacceptable ground covers or flowers? That wild stuff.
Living in the country, I don’t pay to have a community watchdog force. It means that I could have some neighbors who have a lot of trash out in the yards, yes. But mostly we just have lots and lots of fields of whatever the farmer’s growing–wheat, maze, and that’s it. Which means?
I can share my wildflowers with you. Or weeds.
They look kind of alien, don’t they? I think the next time I write an alien shifter story, I’ll include them.
So what about you? Do you buy all the weed killers you can get so you have the perfect lawn to fit the perfect neighborhood? Do you wish you could be a wild gardener?
I have to say that my worry about going all wild would be it makes for the perfect snake habitat. 🙂
Oh, and here is my rose bush–the old and the new:
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“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male!”