On todays walk I decided to look for the little things that maybe no one else would notice. I wanted to see what I could find if I didn’t pass up a blade of grass without inspecting it. As soon as I set my intention I almost stepped on the tiniest yellow flower tucked away under the grass all by itself. But before I even left for my walk I peeked through the blinds to see a female cardinal in the birdbath. Two good starts.
My daily walk in the grass was complete. It was all my legs could do. I got in my wheelchair and right away saw this purple flower which looked like it was just laying on the ground. But it was a wisteria vine which does not bloom this time of year. It blooms in the fall. I have no idea why it would be blooming now but I as soon as I got next to it I smelled the magnificent smell that only a wisteria has and was so glad I could see it and smell it.
After going through the gate that leads to the road behind ours I saw a flower on the ground. An orange tubular flower that looks like one I have seen in the past that was yellow. It was just laying there in the road.
Then there was another one on the side of the road. And I followed the flowers until I could see they were wrapped high into the live oak trees on this empty lot full of woods. They were so beautiful. I tried to take a picture of the ones up in the tree. You’ll have to strain to see but maybe you can. They were just dangling from long vines everywhere. Right in the middle of the two trees you’ll see a spot of orange
Then I found the tiniest of tiny flowers that the camera barely focused on it was so small. It was like white lace with a purple center only as big as a pen tip. So little I wondered how many people had noticed it.
Through the gate to get home there were precious white wildflowers with yellow centers. Little but beautiful.
In my own yard was this thing growing on the tree. I thought it was bark that had broken off but when I got closer it was a mushroom sticking out the side just like the tree had it’s own shelf. And on the ground under it was another white mushroom. It was a mushroom area apparetnly.
Last but not least, a butterfly landed on the flower that I had waited an hour the day before to see but never arrived. She was just waiting to get her picture taken. A sweet yellow butterfly on the pink flower next to my door.