Onion, One Life's Work, Returning, Purple Mold

1. The mower cuts through some wild onion grass. It smells like a salad.
2. I'm able to see the results of my hard day's work in the garden. Bit by bit over the years and it all begins to come together.
3. It is dusk and I sit outside to rest. Just then, I hear Steve drive up after being away. Perfect timing!
4. The lavender-colored creeping phlox is stunning this year. But its mounded form gives it the appearance of some kind of alien mold.