Sorry about the tears, Becky Boo. Sometimes I get them too, when I see an old wildflower from my childhood and it touches my heart with a memory.
One of the things I learned from Aunt Bett is that for everything there is a reason to be. Even the milkweed, because without it, no Monarch butterflies, and not enough life jackets for WW II. Even if it is a pest in some places, it has a reason to be.
Thank you!
