This is another lovely that just pops up all over my yard. I know it's spider wort, but no clue which one. Left to it's own devices, I have no idea how tall it would get. I see it on the side of the roads and some clumps look to be a foot or more.
I am going to walk up to the corner tomorrow where there is an abandoned house and check out the spiderwort there. It is growing with wild abandon and I really love the color.
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
