
There aren't many wildflowers blooming here -- partly because it's so built-up, I suppose, and partly because it's getting to be the end of the growing season, and plants are getting themselves ready for the tough midwestern winter.

In any event, I saw some chicory struggling to maintain itself in the patch of grass alongside the road. I suspect it went unnoticed by most other bipedal mammals passing by...
It's hidden beauties like this, especially in the midst of nonsense, that bring a measure of calm and gratitude to my soul.
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ
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Amen...
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