St. Francis and His Wild Garden

I only have drought tolerant plants in my garden and it is a good thing.  Everything is parched in the extreme.  The "grass" is like shredded wheat.  St. Francis doesn't seem to mind the wild array of flowers that surround him.  I think it is more in keeping with the spirit of this gentle man who called the creatures his brothers and sisters.  A hot one today but a small chance of some rain later this morning.  Lets hope so.

A photo in the extras of the reflection of my cousin's dock with a wobbly and distorted US flag...a visual metaphor.