A red rose blossoms in a flower bed that holds only dead plants from the previous year. It proves life will find a way because this rose happens to be wild.
I noticed it fighting to break the soil last summer and thought it would not survive the winter. It just had to prove me wrong. Our roses are in another flower bed and not a red one in the bunch. Still trying to figure out where the red one came from.
I was walking out around our deck, looking for inspiration for today’s photo. I kept being drawn back to a weed, not the beautiful aloe plants, or cacti. No, it was this cluster of thistle that I kept coming back to.
A backyard full of gorgeous plants, and a weed catches my eye. Was it because it’s a weed, and in my mind, it doesn’t belong. Or is it the fact that even a weed can be beautiful.
I think it speaks to me that even in a world full of beautiful people, there are those of us who feel more akin to the weed. Unwanted, and destined to be cast out of the garden.
Yet the thistle, like so many other weeds, performs a service in that it has medicinal uses. It makes me wonder how you see yourself. As a beautiful flower. Or are you a weed? Let me know your thoughts in the comments.
When I began taking pictures, my main reason was to capture the pretty lilac flowers. Yet I found it filled with butterflies already. This little guy(or girl) stayed still so I could capture its beauty. Not bad when you consider it was quite windy today.
The picture below is of another who posed for their portrait. Of course, the wind was not aiding me in the capture of this moment.
I bet you thought I was going to post something about babies. Well I did. The huge Prickly Pear Cactus (Opuntia) in our backyard is covered with babies. Soon there will be flowers to join the wee ones. This winter was especially hard on it, and we thought it was dead. Yet it refused to die. Now it is covered with fresh growth everywhere.