This is the time of year for magic.
The goldenrod reminds me of fairies' wands. The Japanese honeysuckle reminds me of the creature that came from the Hellmouth when the Master was freed. (Buffy reference)
The broomsedge in the neighbor's field is brown during the day, but late in the afteroon, towards sunset, it changes as if by magic. It turns to a glowing gold, almost as though it was on fire.
and a view of the whole field from beside the horse pasture. The color of the broomsedge is even more vivid in real life than in the photos. The gold of the late afternoon light is captured and transformed by the grass.
How else besides magic could a common weed be so transformed?