In my mind the garden is fading. Even the weeds have slowed down. I hadn't gone through the gate in several days
But I needed to mow so I entered, unsuspecting what I found.
Red, blue and plenty of other colors. Even the weeds were blooming.
Miscellaneous seed packets that were torn open and scattered in early summer are now remembered in surprising spots of white or blue.
I don't even know what some of these things are
But I like them.