I know it is supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, but this scene left me not just without descriptive words, but entirely and totally speechless when I wandered out to the meadow today. I didn't plant any of this. It is the unmowed, untended, wild area that abuts my yard. We don't even own this strip of meadow.
Nature made this sunny garden of white wood asters and purple New England wild asters, goldenrod, and a short orange sunflower that looks like a zinnia.
It is not just a single clump out back. We are surrounded by this show. Here's what I see standing in the backyard looking west --- you can just see the mowed edge of the tended yard on the left.
Here's what I see looking east where the meadow spills out to the road. Grasses and asters and goldenrod spread all along the back of the yard in all directions.
I plant and tend and fuss, and Jim mows and clips and edges in the "garden" part of our outdoor world. And then, all around the perimeter of our lot nature wordlessly and effortlessly shows us what a real garden looks like.
I am speechless.