Post oaks, which are barely making it in this drought, stand at the edges of my meadow. An ornamental wind mill that sits in the middle of the meadow, hopefully, announces that something more than a weed fest is going on out there.
After an incredibly dry fall, I had completely written off the meadow for this year. It didn't look like any of my seeds were going to germinate. Contrast this to other parts of my garden, where self-seeded plants were running amok.
The purple flowered, Lyre Leaf Sage (salvia lyrata) and red flowered, Scarlet Sage (salvia coccinea) pictured below are free seeding plants that will spread quickly if not kept in check. Maybe I'll put some of these in my meadow.
In an effort to have some flowering plants in my sad little meadow, I purchased five blooming Indian Paintbrush in four inch pots and planted them in the meadow. Coincidentally, while planting my transplants, I found that there was actually one little paintbrush that volunteered of it's own accord. With any luck these six Indian Paintbrush will produce seeds for next year's flowers.
One day, when my husband was itching to mow down my meadow, I decided to venture out in search of any redeeming value the meadow might hold. From a distance it looked like a weedy mess and I was having a hard time justify it's existence in my own mind. Maybe it was time to mow and call it quits for this year.
To my surprise, I found something more than just weeds. There were flowers, pretty flowers, trying to make it among the taller weedy plants and grasses.
This was not the big show of wildflowers that I was hoping for, but I'm not disappointed.
If you look closely and take pleasure in small things, even a weedy meadow can hold a few surprises.
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| Herbertia lahue |



















































