The sun rises purple over the moors
My grandson, Gabriel, took these purple plant pictures:
Lovely lavender scents the path into the garden.
Providing nectar for an ailanthus webworm moth.
Charming chicory pops up wherever it can.
A trellis supports Grandpa Ott morning glories.
Deep in the trellis.
And in the prayer garden.
A quiet corner under the grapevines,
tucked in behind the morning glories
and popcorn plants.
The chickens get to enjoy the Grandpa Otts, too:
They nip off any vines that stray into their yard.
All nature sings.