Nature simply is. She gives and keeps on giving. All She asks for in return is respect.
Somehow I got stuck in the wrong line when they were passing out green thumbs and I ended up with two brown ones. Brown is very nice color in quite a few instances (chocolate comes to mind), but decidedly not when it comes to plants and the like. Usually the opposite in fact, yes? Brown is generally the color of plants when they’re on their journey to the other side.
I’m in good company. My soul sister is also a confirmed brown thumb. Without any sort of devastating sense of failure, I am content with my brown thumb status simply because there are an abundance of wildflowers, parks, trails, and other people’s gardens that I can enjoy.
From the garden of one of my long suffering neighbors. Though they all (finally!) seem to understand that there is no way to get rid of the loony lady with the camera.
Wildflowers from the hills near our home.
She looks like she’s licking her chops to me. Do flowers even have chops? In my world, anything is possible.
Where can you get that shade of delicate pink? As far as I know, only nature can do it.
It’s a bit of a green tangle, but they do it with such grace.
There she was in all her tiny gloriousness flourishing away in an empty lot I stumbled upon.
I spotted this fine lady growing in a small garden alongside a gas station. Pretty cool that someone took the time to plant her there.
Another find in a field. I had trouble getting them to sit still for me, but all the same, aren’t they sweet?