For the past few years, through the rippled glass, I have most often photographed a nearby vacant lot where dandelions would grow rampant.
But in time all things change.
In late spring, a new neighbor moved in and he has turned the field into a garden.
It is quite lush with green mounds of this, green hills of that and …
probably green peas spiraling up a new terrace made of string.
When the wind blows just right, I can catch a glimpse of gold squash blossoms.
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