It’s the time of the season, and no drive across Missouri is complete without loads of chicory bobbing and waving from the ditches.
Beautiful purple blossoms turning their faces to the sun.
No matter how hot. Chicory is there.
No matter how dry. Chicory is there.
One of the thing I love most about “weeds” like chicory are their fierce commitment to life.
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