Rainy days, plenty praise
Beautiful hues, glorious views.
Appreciation brings forth joy.
O! say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
So many flowers
So few pictures.
Out of all the wildflowers in our yard, this was the only paintbrush this year.
The yard is very full of beauty this time of year.
Monarch butterflies only lay their eggs in these.