There are always flowers for those who want to see them. (Henri Matisse)
I usually take a walk every day if at all possible. My dog, Oscar, would be disappointed if we didn’t, although on some of the hotter days in summer, he sometimes looks at me as if he thinks I might have lost my mind wanting to walk when it’s 90 degrees in the shade. Actually I try not to walk when it’s that hot unless I can keep to the shade. Not for me, but for him. His black fur coat is hot.
But I love spotting gifts of nature when I walk. A couple of days ago, I found this beautiful pink flower. One stalk with all these blooms. No others anywhere around. I’ve never seen one like it before. It looks like a flower that belongs in a cultivated flower bed, but there it was on the edge of the hayfield in nature’s big, wild garden. I haven’t tried to look it up. Maybe one of you will recognize it and give it a name.
I enjoy walking in Nature’s garden. There are weeds too and sticktights or what some of you call beggar lice. You hear the whine of a mosquito now and again and flies can be worrisome when you get around the cows. But always there are sights to see and things to spot when I take a walk.
I like sharing some of the things I spot on my Facebook page
. It’s like taking my friends for a walk with me. So tonight I’m asking you to walk along and see what we can spot.
I always keep an eye out for flowers. The daisies are a favorite. They bloom with such determination and so cheerfully. It doesn’t matter if I pick a few to pluck the petals. Another will pop up in its place. Tiny, more delicate looking flowers scatter color through the grasses.
Sometimes the blooms are small but so plentiful they carpet the whole field
Then Kentucky’s state flower, the goldenrod lights up the summer with color.
And among all the flowers are the butterflies. Beauty on wing.
Hope you enjoyed walking with me and spotting a few of the things along the way.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all
of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose
garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming
outside our windows today. (Dale Carnegie)