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  • This solitary visitor recently arrived. The temperatures are beginning to fall, there is a chill in the morning air, and the colors of the leaves are beginning to change. All the creatures who crave sunnier places are moving South, this gorgeous guy included.

    The wildflower mix we haphazardly planted produced only one successful item. Something tall, full, prolific, sturdy, and beautiful. We don't know what it is, but we love it anyway. This red-headed beauty has been attracting bees, butterflies, and the occasional curious hummingbird all summer. She has thrived in the intolerable heat and little rain. Being a wildflower, I pull up the grassy weeds that distract from her glory, but do not do much tending. She is a wild thing, so I let her be what she is. We enjoy her for that.

    Her closest friend is a tangle of wild morning glories, climbing the trellis behind her. Tendrils of curly vines decorated with blue-purple blossoms wind their way through the forest of red-topped stalks, mixing the static and kinetic.

    My feeble efforts at having a lovely garden have failed miserably. My thumb is not green. However, wildflowers do not care about that. They are not dependent on my intermittent care to survive. They have been able to survive before me and they will survive after me, so they will also survive despite me.

    So this late summer visitor was provided a place to rest and restore himself along his journey to warmer climates. He hung around for a couple of days, then had one more for the road before heading out.

    Thanks for stopping by! Come again!
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