Sometimes we are surrounded by beauty and don't see it.
I'm in a weeds phase. Don't ask. I don't know. Maybe it is because the field where I sit and eat my lunch is filled with such a variety. The sound of the grasses rustling in the breeze float along the top of the sun's heat on my skin. The insects buzz from flower to flower, and a Stellar's Jay screeches in the distance.
I admire the beauty of the feathery design, bask in the genius it took to make just this one plant. Look at it.
I mean, look at it as if it will never appear in your yard. Isn't it beautiful?
It looks like a mid-summer's snowflake. A thing of exquisite,
And then there are the colors. Those white flowers on top, I would have sworn were white and green. But below, close up, the colors are amazing. How many colors would I need if I were to get out an easel and canvas?
How lucky I am to be surrounded by such lovely perfection.
Perhaps I should be working on revisions.