I still don’t know if this hardy stand of Black-Eyed Susans grow on our lawn or our neighbor’s.
Right on the line, they are.
No matter, really.
Beautiful they are.
And on the day the blooms emerged, when night fell, my dear wife Karen and I heard the buzz of the cicadas when we let our cherished rescue mutt out for her final backyard business. This has been a whirlwind for sure.