Most of the flowers are annuals in this garden except for things like the prairie coneflower. Some others are dug up each fall like the cannas, glads, and four-o-clocks.
Even though we are moving forward in the new century, things of the past can present itself in the landscape. From a couple miles away, I saw a lot of smoke.
This was a prairie burn. Mostly switchgrass and some other warm season grasses in there.
A blue jay that was not fond of the forced friendship. It bit my glove and did not want to let go. This blue jay was happier when the photo was over and I let it go. The bird flew off to find its real friends.