Every year about this time, railway verges are dotted with dozens of golden flowers reaching for the sun. These annuals have always been a favourite of mine. We even had a crop of them every year in our backyard until my mother went on a weeding spree before they flowered, and that was the end of them.
I was very sad.
I could never say coreopsis when I was little - they were, and still are, Goldilocks's. I think I like my name better.
Heard the year's first cicadas tonight too.
Ah summer!
trainman
The reason they are along the railway is because some senile lady used to throw seeds out the windows of the trains every spring.