Spring time brings forth flowers galore. The flower shop has all types. Hanging ones, climbing, spreading, etc. but no weeds. Driving the roads in the dirches are the weeds and down in among the weeds are collections of tiny flowers. In a garden they would be weeds but in the ditch they get mowed. Befor the mower strikes take a moment and focus the oculars, for there is something to look at among the weeds.
The purple ones are so tiny and very tough to pick out. They turn into a very tight mass of undergrowth. The orange ones are smaller then a thimble. Look like tiny roses.
This mass will carpet a meadow of burnt reddish orange. they are maybe one-two inches in height. Do they add color.
The long stemmed yellow daisy turns into minature parachutes. it was so cool to find these as a little kid and blow the fluff off and watch them float in the breeze.
For the cowboys there is the sage that has tiny flowers that runs to fluff. riders of the sage.