While I am not Hansel or Gretel and never expected anyone to leave me a breadcrumb trail so I could find my way back to you yet there was a trail of sorts more piquant than pepporcorns more subtle than bergamot left to my own devices I instinctively followed the blooms made a fetish of purple and took my chance with nothing to lose but the try and so I began letting the flowers show their petals forth proud as pansies morning glory or braided like pigtails Winter vetch and socially awkward as Western aster aster's sister plainly plaintive chicory other flowers figured forth to point the way most of them thistles or so I thought I don't know if it's because of natural selection or the survival of the fittest or because certain adaptations are so successful that it doesn't make any sense to imagine that there should be others or could be others or disappointed with what presents itself and is just there to see and s...

After the city mower took its toll along the footpaths and the hedgerows the chicory was the first to come back following close behind of course is the tansy sunny and mimosa like but like every love child born from a slip and not a seed untouched by the plow are yarrow the near cousins of tansy not by germ but in point of proximity leaving the blues and the yellows but still surviving the plow the architecturally perfect creeping bellflower and the homely speedwell here and there bee balm and bergamot but when we leave the riot of fuschia and blue we find still more yellows alive and well sow weed rapeseed and trefoil and there'll be more before we're done for the Summer but that's for another time that give's us the day.