This post is part of a blog series called Free Range Thoughts: Messy flash nonfiction. I’m going back to my microblogging roots and impulsively sharing short bursts of content.

If this photo had a name it would be Fuck Your Lawn.

Sure, mixed in with the field pansies and blue toadflax is my arch nemesis, the sand spur. But if I had to choose between a backyard of wildflowers that included the sand spurs and a monoculture carpet that required water, fertilizers, and regular pampering, I’ll take the sand spurs every time.