The Petty Josie Pye-Weed

I suspect that every lover of the Anne books automatically thinks “Josie” when finding or identifying Joe-Pye Weed.  So, as a bit of a humorous nod to Anne’s notorious rival from Avonlea:

The Petty Josie Pye-Weed

A rosy spray of Josie Pye,
Stands crisp and proud beneath the sky.
It holds its head with haughty grace,
The vainest weed in all the place!
A Monarch lands—a velvet king—
And graces her with painted wing.
He sips his juice, then flies away,
And ruins Josie’s perfect day!

‘Til next time, y’all…