One more flower … because, really, you can never have too many flowers.

One more flower … because, really, you can never have too many flowers.

We went on an excursion today and I found more flowers. You can only imagine how happy that made me!
This one, a dahlia, was full of very little bugs. If you can zoom in, see how many you can find.

I think these are my favourite flowers. Simple, delicate, beautiful.

I moved and the plant moved, we were out of time.
Blurry/Hazy.
Neither of us composed.
And yet, here it is, and here I am.
Both of us wearing our imperfections perfectly.

There’s beauty in the faded flower. And delicacy.
And a resilient core.
Remind you of anyone Sharon?

We emerge from the cool of the rainforest to the dusty heat of a different type of Australian landscape. Lizards stretch full length on the rocks above the waterfall and soak up the sun.
And paper daisies lift their heads and spread their warmth.

Imagine a morning.
The sky is blue and wide
and the breeze is wistful
and perfumed.
We wander under the canopy of the rainforest,
And then out into the light.
And flowers.

It’s a part of a flower that often remains unseen.
We are captured by the outer, showy petals
where the colour is.
But the insides are worthy of our focus too.

The rain leaves a delightful legacy on its sunny yellow petals.
In the afternoon they were gone – both the rain and the flower.
One had moved on to bring relief to other gardens.
The other lay scattered over the path.
