This is my “garden” at this time of the year:
Clearly, I have long surrendered to the malevolent forces of summer in Virginia.
My kids always ask me why there aren’t any flowers in my garden in the summer. Here’s my answer:
This. This is what happens when you venture outdoors in mid-July in Virginia.
Why put yourself through the misery of being poached alive in the heavy, sticky, humid air when instead you can swan around enjoying landscapes from the the air-conditioned comfort of your very own chariot of fire?
This is the best time of the year to enjoy the weedy splendor of roadside displays espied from my car windows. My favorite? Queen Anne’s Lace – the essence of summer.
Even better in combination with its constant companion, the cornflower:
Strewn by the invisible, artful hand of a master gardener, these lovely weeds are all the flowers I need to get me through the summer.
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