THOSE LOVELY WEEDS...JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE BLUE...FANCY? or Orange...I kind of think it looks like fireworks in orange. Unruled summer ornament of the fields set to the colors of sky and fire of heat... have my admiration. I would be affluent if I could learn to live as such a weed, nothing left to need. Success of the land, unstoppable against all the elements, brave, unrelent in the face of foes...if only as a weed I could grow...My head held high, undaunted by the wind or rain, like royalty unrestrained. Not a care in the world nor a thought...worry wisdom taught. Aaaah, those Lovely weeds, wild seeds...never wrought.