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…