Beauty In The Rough

Every year, as soon as the first cool breezes of Spring tickle my nose, I revert Daisy Weedto a more primal self, and once again begin my flirtation with nature.  I love color.  All colors.  That is why, over the last ten years, I have slowly continued to add gardens to my yard.  Since my yard is mostly shaded, a lot of time is expended selecting perennials that flourish Purple weedin the woodland setting as well as an assortment of annuals to punch up the landscape.  By May, the people at the nurseries that we haunt pretty much know us by name.

I was thinking about that this morning as I walkedCinn Fern the dogs.  Our street is tree lined and forested on both sides.  The few homes nest well back in the woods at the end of long, winding driveways.  A rural environment personified.  As we progressed and the dogs happily disappeared into the ferns that look like green waves breaking over the shoulder of the road, I began to look a little closer at the beauty that surrouDaisy Weednded me, provided free of charge by Mother Nature.  I do not know the botanical names of most of what I viewed, so I lumped them all into the same category of flora, namely weeds.

It was as if the wild was competing with the domesticated for attention, trying to improve its Yellow Weedstatus by adopting a ‘look at me’ attitude.   And look I did.  They have been there every day, and this is the first time I saw them.  I mean really saw them.  In their own unruly way, they were beautiful.  You want color?  I’ll give you color.  You want stately?  I can do that too.”  Needless to say, I came away with a whole new appreciation for my little piece of perfect.   I decided to preserve some of this wild wonderland and snapped a few pics to share with you as a reminder that beauty is where you find it.  Never forget to stop and smell the weeds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 Responses to Beauty In The Rough

  1. Starralee says:

    Works for me–thanks for the pics!

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  2. laurie27wsmith says:

    Great pics Bob. I’m a big believer in weeds, they serve a purpose or they wouldn’t be here.

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  3. Love the names you came up with – there is a lot to be said for simplicity. It is wonderful when we really see things, as for the first time. A good reminder, OldMainer – to stop and smell the weeds.

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