This is sitting on my desk, and is definitely, unequivocally, a cultivated plant - albeit a slightly puzzling one, with pale and darker pink flowers in the center, and much browner ones on either side of these. Strange.
It, and the other unarguably cultivated plants in pots on our terrace (morning glories, herbs, some sunflowers, geraniums, catmint, and a few miscellaneous other things) are having to console me today. We had The Mowers - usually an October task, but the rains came early this year, the tumbleweed was high, and other things - our lilac, our chamisa - were rampantly out of control. And in any case, our preferred company were booked up until November, apart from today. And so we had the back yard inside the wall done (it now looks like a desert, or a dog park), and much more than usual of our property is now shorn, including, to my dismay, the grass and wildflowers (thyme, Mexican hats, a kind of sunflower, and others), right down by the road. I'm sure that I'd said to stop further back - but the foreman had his own ideas, and the damage is done. To be sure, it all looks immaculate, and is obviously much less of a fire risk, but it's a little heart-rending, and not what I'd have wished for the poor flowers.
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