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Wild asters have sown themselves in my flowerbeds, looking like a lavender mist over the ground. The wild asters are small-flowered and rather puny, but en mass, they are beautiful. And, at this time of year, any color at all is welcome.
I could consider wild asters to be a weed. After all, they grow on the roadside, and they're not spectacular.
But at this season of life, I am simply grateful for the favors that nature bestows on me. Like a purple mist in the garden.
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