Every September I wait. I wait for the wild sunflowers to turn brown so the lesser goldfinches can have their fill. I wait for the horsemint and gallardia to drop all of their seeds for next year. I wait for the last mexican hat to tip. and I almost always forget to wait for the false foxglove.
We haven’t had rain in so long that I forget to wait for the patches of purple that play host to the buckeye butterflies. What kind of sadist flower waits until the end of summer in Travis County to bloom?
I forgot to wait again this year, but luckily I was too lazy hitch up the shredder in this oppressive heat.
I will wait a little more.