This is the bunch of jack-be-little's we picked on Saturday. The amount is so much because most of the summer they were hidden in the vines. I never dreamed there was that amount out there.
This is a better close up. I kept thinking that I hope when the next group of my family decides to get married it will be in the fall. Oh the things I could do for a fall wedding. My days of being a farm girl are coming to a close. Today, I am window washer woman. It makes me pause though, ash is falling from the sky this morning. Oh, August.