The bindweed has spread along the train tracks. This morning the bunch of them were turned to the sun like so many satellite dishes, white trumpets opened for the warmth. They are often so low to the ground that they escape the blades of the lawn mowers. Here they appear to be mounding over other greenery. I found this other flower – which is more purple in real life than I have been able to capture – near the train platform. I haven’t been able to identify it. The flower is by itself on the stem, which appears to come straight out of the ground. I saw it last year as well, same time same place, and it continues to mystify me. It is so small as to be unseen unless you’re looking for it.