Probably the worst of my weeds has got many names: bishop's weed, ground-elder, snow-in-the-mountain.
These are not weeds at all. It's a lovely midsummer sauna birch whisk :)
I hear the evening corncrake calling. Moonlight flood the fields of tasseled grain. -Eino Leino: Nocturne, 1903-
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