going wild

It's not so much a garden, really, so much as it is a place where stuff happens to grow. Some of it is planned but the bulk of it has planted itself: in the front yard, these blooms spread over every spare square inch; in the back, weeds run rampant. I came home this afternoon to find a red fox making himself comfortable in the shade of one of the peach trees--at least until he heard me coming.

One of these days I'm going to have to get that yard cleaned up, but for now I'm going to just enjoy the lush green of what grows, while it lasts.

Hope you're all having a lovely weekend.