So after the quail had a chance to raise their young, the next year paths were mowed, leaving us meadow-like areas and walking paths
One year the thistle grew taller than my head and took over most of the space.
But being able to walk comfortably among the weeds without too much worry of something inside them biting or stinging me, has made them quite enjoyable.
Nature isn't for everyone. It takes time to watch the seasons change. But I the colors brighten my world.
(All the photos but the thistle were taken near the same time this year. The thistle hasn't bloomed yet, and the photo is from the last year.)