Sunday, May 02, 2010
Macro Monday: The Best Things Are Free
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
-- My Pretty Rose Tree, William Blake
Violas have escaped from someone's flower basket or border, slipping away to dance in the grass.
The number of deer and groundhogs in my area make flower gardening impossible. However, all is not lost. The woods and fields abound with wildflowers, and I spend many happy hours finding and photographing them. They are tiny, most of them, and seem so impossibly fragile. Yet they thrive, needing nothing from me, and they are riches aplenty.
Sometimes, even leaves are a treasure.
*Note to LifesHighway: This one's for you. Sorry about the spider. ;-)
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