I love to walk around North Pond here in Chicago and notice the asters as September stretches into October. They make me think of my mom . . . .

Any day that starts with morning glories on Point Alanna is a good day!

When I first heard about the "cottonwood pulling" task, I thought, "Hah! That'll never be me!"

Midwesterner dissent is like goldenrod. This is what it looks like when you try to cut down the goldenrod to make room for other flowers.

(See Never Try to Silence a Tuesdayista )

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