A weed ...

is really just a flower at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The lot across the street, site of the sad tree demolition a few months ago has decided to make itself into an abundant safe haven for all kinds of wonderful flowers.
Sure, you could call them weeds, but seeing how they are at the right place and the right time, you would be mistaken.

I go over there after work and see if any of the dragonflies is willing to pose. So far I've been terribly unsuccessful but I can imagine my hopping around a vacant lot through knee-high flora is entertaining for the neighbours. Semi-success!


Anyway, I know everybody's 'done' dandelions already, but I like to be different. In a conformist kind of way :)