Misunderstood
These tiny flowers are what many people would term weeds–they grow up between stones and sidewalks and brick edging. People spray them and pull them and curse them–but I think they are sweet–so tiny they are about the size of the tip of a baby’s finger. Of course, I also adore dandelions and look forward to the first bloom to take pictures of those much maligned flowers.
Today was an absolutely beautiful day with bright blue skies and pure white clouds, spring was in the air and, while a little groggy from new allergy medication to keep that spring air from making my face a ball of agony, I thoroughly enjoyed sitting out on the porch. The grill was fired up for turkey burgers for the family and a soy burger for me (1 year, 7 months, no meat)–life is good. It’s the little things, I always say, little flowers and little bits of happiness that add up to a good life.
No meat–good for you. I usually stick with chicken and maybe some pork. I rarely eat red meat. It doesn’t agree with me. I cut a bunch of lilac blooms and set them throughout the house–they smell sooooo good.
I discovered some flowers like that when I was about 7 years old. I rushed into the house to tell my mother what I had found at the end of the garden and she told me ‘oh, that’s just chickweed!’. When she told me that some flowers are ‘weeds’ I was horrified. I still am. Anything is allowed to grow in my garden and snails and slugs are very welcome too.