The hypnotic undulations of the Sargasso Sea, after months of staring blindly into the crests, shipwrecked on a small raft??? Ah, no. It's that bloody Reed Canary grass that moved in last year when our sacred creek was so low. It still undulates tho. Sort of.
Mmmm. Anise Hyssop (Agastache foeniculum). Soon it will be deep purple and licorice scent will waft profusely from Waseca to Wannamingo.
Buthidae's favorite, the Catalpa flowers are in bloom. Why doesn't AirWick Solid or Glade ever smell this good...?
Dance of the Swamp Milkweed. This is the part where the butterflies come in.
Quoth the Raven, "Waddaya lookin at, ain't ya neva seen a ravin standin' on toppa Pergola befowa..??? Ya ring-ding!"
The mysterious pink eggplant, um, flower, thingie.
My buddy Megan the Aussie Shepard getting ready to howl and slobber all over my wrist. Talk about wearing your emotions on your sleeve, she lets you wear hers on your sleeve.
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