The yard chores come before paddling, but an occasional
reward comes in the form of a daylily.
Sometimes someone else appreciates all the work. This guy followed
me as I crawled around on my hands and knees. He liked the fresh mulch,
and wasn't too upset with the occasional bug I turned up.
As I drove west, I was surprised at the number of wildflowers still blooming.
This is what the prairie looked like this time last year.
Of course, you'd expect the thistle to survive. Like the Scots, they survive anything.