A very real consequence of moving cross-country is that the biome changed, and I don’t know the names of the wildflowers anymore. Dandelions, clover, nettles, and thistles: thus ends the applicability of my knowledge out here. So I have new flowers to learn.
With 3.5 acres, things don’t get mown on a regular schedule, which allows them to grow. I’m charmed by how many of them are tiny. I mean, so tiny my iPhone could barely get macro shots of them. Here are a few. If I don’t have them labelled, I don’t know what they are.