You know you're in the Midwest ... tumbleweeds

A tumbleweed laying randomly in a parking lot. I love tumbleweeds. I think they are such neat little plants. They just grow, die, dry up and roll away, maybe for miles, maybe hundreds of miles, who knows.

I once, as a kid, thought it would be a great idea if I took a tumbleweed and put it on a fire.

I burned off my eyebrows, eye lashes and bangs. Turns out it was not such a good idea.

Anyway, here's one I happened upon just this week at the place where this tumbleweed met the end of its journey. Well, at least until the wind changes direction.