That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang …
Saw a fluffy topped thistle.and took its photo because yes I -do- like weeds.
Found these wild onions growing in a nice shady place.
But just look at this total outlier! I’m calling it. First real spring blossom of the year. January 16 and the sweet clover is in full bloom. The scent really is intoxicating and one of my favourites. Seeing these before even the henbit leaves me feeling a bit astonished.