In praise of a certain kind of neighbor

 On a walk through the neighborhood, I passed a freshly mowed lawn. The lawn was well kept, but unless you are interested in Bermuda grass, there was not much to see.

Oddly, this unknown neighbor had not cleared the dirt that collects in the storm gutters, and Silverleaf nightshade, Solanum elaeagnifolium, had found an unlikely home. I counted 47 plants, many in bloom, in the gutter in front of the freshly cut grass.