if i hadn’t gotten down to his level…

i was on my stomach, in the grass, trying to get my stuck up cat to look at me, when i saw the pink flowers…you can really see how tiny the flowers are when you look at the pine leaf. of course i have them in the window, in a 1″ vase to dry. AND…

yellow! orange you beautiful?

i really, really love the last image…the soft focus on the HUGE zinnia & the wee yellow weed flowers sharp as a tack.

distorted perceptions…

wow, right? the first flowers are in 1″ tall vases & you know what those flowers are called? WEEDS! really! grass has gotten a little out of control in one area & these flowers weeds are everywhere. Beautiful in the vase, but not on your lush, green lawn, right? No? Not beautiful in the vase b/c…

velvet mystery pods

my son & i found these velvet-feeling pods vine, locked up tight, hanging in some trees. they are softer than the inside of a bunny’s ear. any guesses as to what they are/become?

the weed from the ditch…

anyone, anywhere (but mostly Alabama people) know what this flower/weed/alien is? & since i put it in my garden…does that mean, by definition, that it is no longer a weed because i planted it where i wanted it to grow?

do you see it?

for what it really is? We’ve all heard the saying,”take time to stop and smell the flowers”  but really, who has time for that nonsense? Who has time to see the beauty in this invasive, defiant little wonder? I do. I see a little too much. Funny, that. I am legally blind in my right…