The monsoon ebbs and flows.
The ground beneath is awash in abundance by those inhabitants that don't mind the wet.
Clouds form close to the ground
Organized and corralled, towering monsoon fed weeds are tamed into a garden.
Some remain wild and carefully watched.
Their inclusion into an expanding garden will come.
Will they ever really be tamed?
An oasis of order surrounded by floral chaos is in sharp contrast to the sterile order across the road. Which one is a garden?
I grow wild by acclimation.
Among the scattered clouds.