Most of the fields are filling with every wild weed imaginable - coarse, scratchy, spiced. I suppose this is to remind me of the good life I have had ever since the summer days when I would follow my dad as he mowed with his walk-behind Gravely: A greater sense of gravity, the scent of motor-oil and sweaty him mixed with field grasses. He wasn't as clean as the two fellows in the picture but then, I never wanted him to be.
I am noticing and anticipating more good life because of Scout (who is currently on her Monarch Butterfly tending mission). Until now, I hadn't known that the Monarchs and Milkweed were inexorably tied together.