This morning, the dread sound of the Verge Mowers, murderers of chamisa, tumbleweed (no tears shed, there), long grass, and sunflowers, filled the air. After they'd passed, Alice rushed down to the road - first to see if our mailbox was still there (it was, but they can be savage in their attacks), and second to see if there were any salvageable wildflowers. And lo! A sunflower! It is notably beautiful.
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