Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote "What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."
The drought conditions in our area have left us without much color this fall season.
These pretty little flowers along with goldenrod, usually thought of as weeds, are providing most of the color along the roadsides. I think they are beautiful. David brought a bouquet from the deer camp and I put them in a watering can on the back porch to greet me each day.
They make me smile!