Their name is absolutely perfect for them, isn't it? They are glorious indeed. These are some more beauties from the brushpile. I told my husband he cannot burn it because there are too many beautiful things growing in and around it. It's a magnet for all sorts of beauties. There are cardinals nesting down inside it. It's covered in beautiful blooming vines. Dandelions and Black-eyed Susans surround it. My sweet husband just sighs and smiles a knowing smile. He understands that I find beauty in strange places. And, when he stops to really look, he sees it too. He will wait until fall to burn the brushpile. Thank you, Honey.