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.
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When I was six, some bright spark decided to repaint the school swimming pool. The blue background was probably necessary to disguise the yellow water, but it was a pool for children, so they didn’t stop there.
Soon a dozen colourful starfish and octopuses crawled across the pool floor. I was as happy as you can be about cute creatures painted in a pool two degrees above having icebergs. (Actually, it was probably only the urine content that kept the pool from freezing entirely.)
Then there was the shark.
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I was looking for a picture of Brontosaurus recently (some days you need Brontosaurus) and I made a horrifying discovery: according to random-guy-on-the-web, Brontosaurus hasn’t been a separate genus of dinosaur for over a hundred years.
You heard me. Brontosaurus as we know him does not exist.
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Since this is my first post, I thought I’d introduce myself. Hello, I’m A.S. Akkalon and I write fantasy novels.
You can read all about my life on my bio page. Yes, I have a bio and it has its own page, because it makes me sound a bit more like an author and a bit less like some idiot who’s managed to figure out WordPress (and I can’t lay claim to that distinction just yet).
My bio is almost entirely true, and only some of it is metaphorical.
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