I love my weed flowers. I dont remember what they are called, but they are just weeds. Every year they get taller. 8 years ago they were only waist high to me. And there were only about 30 flowers when they all bloomed on just a few plants.
Look at them now!
The left side of the picture is where we park the car and truck. These flowers tower over the vehicles, as I look out my kitchen window. The birds love the bugs and seeds they find in this natural little feeding area. And I love watching them.
The first time Steve ever brought me flowers, it was a handful of these. Hmm, bet that’s the attachment to these weeds huh?