Goldenrod

The old tobacco shed was falling apart. The doors were secured shut until kids found this place for a hangout. Doors were repaired and the shed put to use. In late summer, goldenrod abounds here and on the borders of the hayfield. I wanted to get black-eyed-susans to take hold. Like Johnny Appleseed, I scattered seed every year. I was rewarded with only one small brave plant that produced one little blossom. Nature knows what it wants and it was not black-eyed-susans!