The other day when I went out to get the mail, I noticed in a neighbor’s yard a little unmowed strip where some lovely roadside weeds had sprung up. This is chicory, with its delicate starry shape and pretty periwinkle color, and it’s always been one of my favorites. The way the flowers are perched on their stems seems almost sculptural. Definitely an inspiring subject to photograph. That tiny section of lawn smelled like summer to me, like long walks along back roads and driving in a hot car with the windows rolled all the way down.
Later in the day, I saw two men with weed-whackers milling about over there, so I’m afraid my little beauties have met their fate. I’m glad they existed for that brief moment and that I saw them; they reminded me that it’s time to move out of this town and back to the country for good.