This was all giant ragweed a few years ago. I think Queen Anne’s lace is a huge improvement.
It was 77.8°F at work, when I left. The blowers were off, and there was a hot, plastic smell wafting around the department. I’m usually cold at work, so I’m not complaining too much, but I was glad to go home. Hopefully one of my coworkers wasn’t nursing a baby power strip fire.
red paper boat 