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This stand of Goldenrod has sort of evolved within a mowed field. Another frowned-upon weed that brightens the approach of Fall in Ohio.
a gathering of unidentified goldenrod-bugs.
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We walk past a goldenrod field every day, and it is beautiful.
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there was a giant field filled with sunflowers around here, my daughter has photographed them, apparently on routes that I don’t follow. The golden rod is lovely.
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My late husband used to like mushrooms, and especially the huge basket-ball size puff ball mushrooms. He assured me that he knew which were edible and which were not…but I declined to sample them. He was a fire-fighter, and something of a dare devil.
Once my oldest granddaughter, about five at the time, fell forward into some hot coals they were using to toast marshmallos…it has become one of the family tales… Bob grabbed her and ran for the water spigot, someone turned on the water outside, and he accomplished the deed so quickly that she did not even have any burns on her hands.
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