I live in a little village in Ontario. Our house is at the end of a dead end road in the village. We have one house across the road to the east of us (the one with the pristine lawn and perfect everything). We have an absentee neighbour to the north of us. To the south and west is field and untended land. That means we have a lot of this:
The lovely milkweed plant is currently sending forth its delicate parachute-like seeds, drifting effortlessly through the air. Milkweeds are the prime feeding ground for the noble monarch caterpillar which then creates a chrysalis on the underside of a milkweed leaf in early fall. Milkweeds are wonderful, and in some places encouraged due to the rapidly declining Monarch butterfly population. Notice how the late afternoon sun highlights the ethereal beauty of this stately plant.
And then there's this. Bloody burdock.
And this. Freakin' goldenrod.
When you have a happy little idiot cat who spends his days and nights exploring the nether reaches of our property and beyond and looks like this:
you spend a lot of time pulling vegetation out of his fur. I actually took this picture in between sessions trying to dislodge some long grass-like seed head thing with a very Velcro-y texture. He is asleep for crying out loud. You can actually see something stuck under his little cat armpit. There is currently so much embedded in his fur that I am contemplating shaving him. I'm just waiting for him to come home with something like this stuck in his fur: