I was wandering the sun-baked lands in front of our house (aka the front yard), when I discovered that some things LIKE to be broiled in the sun. This tiny, little, hairy gem seemed fine with the heat and the glare... (Gotta enlarge it to see the white fuzz all over it)Then I paused by the hell strip, or death strip, or godforsaken area betwixt road and sidewalk, (whatever you want to call it), and low and behold there were these wee yellow flowers sparkling amid the dry dusty leaves, and they made me smile .
Actually, I think they may be the kind of weed that turns into horrible thorny stickers at some point.
Hmmm. Note to self: Do NOT walk barefoot on the hell strip.