I can't believe August is here and the weeds are huge.
This mass of weeds seemed to spring suddenly from an empty tree pit. I am rather fond of weeds, I admire their determination to grow almost anywhere.
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There is an empty lot that has been on my mind recently.
It's the tree that draws me. That beautiful dancing tree, spreading its branches over the fence, I hope it doesn't grow into the spikes. I love the square of green in the middle of the block.
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I am so afraid it will become this,
like so many weedy lots before it.
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