Common Nature

I love the straightforward and determinedly unmarketable name you’ve given your marigold landrace.

You’ve managed an almost heroic framing of the squirrel (and good for you that you’ve got a black walnut that’s at least productive enough for squirrels.)

The neon magenta salvias and million-bells (I’d not known weeping petunias had a specific name), along with the purple morning glories and blue lobelias, are a defiant assertion of the cool half of the color wheel during the season when oranges, yellows, and browns prevail—all united in your unruly, complex, teeming, vital, HOA-snubbing yard.