Whether a bloom is a weed or a wildflower depends on how you feel about it, I guess. There are a bunch of those little yellow ones (buttercups, I think?) competing with the dandelions.
A little garden work today. Sans hat, not because I lost it but because it's in a basket on top of a shelf. I didn't feel like frightening a spider who may be hiding behind that basket. She has already made bad location/reveal choices.
While I was cleaning up last year's dried up flower heads, the magnificent scent told me I'd found the lemon verbena. There are two big and healthy bushes of it in the yard. Later, when my BIL came out to mow, I got the splendid smell of cut mint, too. Did you expect me to say "grass"? Pew. I feel the same about newly cut grass odor as I do about the odor of fresh manure applied to landscaping.
I have a whole album of flower photos that I stopped updating when I stopped having a smartphone, and then since last summer I had gotten out of the habit of adding to because there were Google changes. I guess I should do something about that.