Sometimes I do the talking. Other times, the camera takes over, and the images it captures prefer to speak for themselves. This was one of those mornings, and I should have bowed to my lens and moved to the edge of the scene. What on earth can I possibly say about the dandelions in my garden?
Weeds they may be, but bees love dandelions, and that is enough for me. Running the mower over these golden wonders would be heartless, and I keep putting it off. For heaven's sake, the little dears are asters. What would the bees think?
They're asters? Who knew!!
ReplyDeleteSurely, if there was a devil, he would tempt humanity to hate one of the most beautiful, useful little flowers. Hating Dandelions is like hating ourselves... or this Earth, or the Sky...
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