Goldilocks Season

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!