My front yard is a hillside chock full of weeds. Every once in awhile I go outside to pull weeds. I do it simply for exercise because they grow back faster than I can possible clear them all. Oh I have plans for this expanse but for now it is just too expensive, too huge, and too time consuming of a project to do on our own. For right now it is an acre packed with weeds. Thankfully the house rests at a dead end and the two neighbors don't mind.
But wait. Slow down. Let's take a closer look.
These just started blooming. Are they a variety of bleeding hearts maybe?
And these clusters are ready to open.
I love my new camera because it has a one centimeter macro button. I didn't even realize this was a bee until the picture came out. I guess my eyes aren't that great.
My daughter P was roaming the hillside picking flowers while I was crouching in the weeds. When I stood up she came running towards me with this wonderful bouquet! And then she tells me. "Each flower is doing it's own unique flower business. " And then she proceeded to tell me why she picked each variety.
I love that in some parallel way we were able to both see the splendor growing on the hillside.
The bouquet was our center piece at dinner last night and one of the topics of our conversation. Thanks to the hillside of weeds!