Fantasy books, terrible advice, and random silliness
It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.
When I was a kid, my parents lived near a lovely couple with a large garden who rarely (possibly never) mowed their lawn. The result was a sprawling jungle of knee- or possibly thigh-high grass stalks, intermingled with daisies, dandelions, dock, clover, and ubiquitous bees.
In other words, paradise.
A bunch of neighbourhood children used to play there, and it never occurred to us that not everyone was equally delighted by the unmown lawn.
Tiny flowers, especially ones growing all on their own, don’t get nearly as much credit as they deserve. Everyone talks about big flowers like roses and daffodils and lilies, but hardly anyone talks about daisies and… See, I don’t even know the names of other tiny flowers.
Someone should do something about that, so today I’m devoting a whole post to tiny flowers.
I walked outside with my camera to see what tiny flowers I could find. Once you start looking for them it’s amazing how many you see. They grow in the cracks in the pavement, in a fields full of hard stalks of grass, and in wasteland that used to be something and now isn’t.