I spent way too many childhood summers walking soybean fields, chopping down milkweed like it was the enemy. Fast forward several decades — I planted a few to attract Monarchs, and now they pop up everywhere like they own the place. I don’t water them, I don’t weed them. I barely acknowledge their existence. Apparently, weeds are my superpower.
The peonies are blooming. They're pretty when they're blooming but they don't bloom for long.
The random neighborhood cats love this. I think it's salvia?
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