Weird Greens

The sides of the highways are teeming, unshorn, a veritable forest clearing full of bunnies-fairies-wild flowers-butterflies-bees, to city people like you and me. To come: weird greens on the wall, for when the flowers fall. Here, some green as my guest on the car ride home — I've got a pair of clippers and I clip with full decorum from public spaces where all is plentiful. I seek to bring you clippers, too. 

Clip kindly,
Leigh