I noticed this unfamiliar flower stalk in the weedy verge across the road as we drove out on Friday.
Closer inspection didn't help with identification--likely not a plant which grew in our New England fields.
Time to dig out the old wildflower book and search for a look-alike.
A shorter stem of the same plant. The actual flowers have a bit more pink in their coloring than the camera caught.
Brown-eyed Susans, cheerful and hardy.
I have always liked Queen Anne's lace.
Quite a marvel that the flat flower head turns to a nest of seed.
This seed head has a definite tint of rose.
Wildlings seem to survive drought and all manner of abuse while our pampered and pricey perennials may give up.