Small Wonders from my Walks

Queen Anne's Lace flower seeds
Enclosed in a perfect cage of stalks.

A thistle head after the flower has finished blooming
so beautiful against the soft background.

Little tendrils of a climbing plant looking for somewhere to latch on
and climb as high as they can go.

A late blooming aquilegia that I lifted gently
to photograph the underside.

Walking in the woods to keep cool on a hot day,
I noticed the dappled shadows of the overhead trees
and how a fallen leaf came to my attention in a sunny spot.
I also noticed two sunny heart-shapes formed by the shadows of the leaves.

A bright poppy growing on the grass verge by the roadside
illuminating my early evening walk.

As I walked up the hill in the early morning, 
I put my camera through some railings to capture some Shasta Daisies
in the long grasses at the far end of a garden.
I do love the wild spots that are dotted everywhere.

Above the rooftops and behind the clouds, the sunrays draw lines in the sky.

This lovely tree-hanging made of stones and a heart-shaped
HAPPY
is a good reminder!
Though when we notice all the little wonders around us,
a reminder isn't really necessary, is it?


The Posy - Scene & Story June 2017

On a bench at the lakeside metro station,
there was a forgotten posy of wild flowers starting to look a little wilted
and very thirsty.

The next metro didn't come for five minutes and nobody came to claim these flowers,
so it seemed the best thing to do was to bring them home,
trim their stalks and give them plenty of water.
They soon perked up in my little fluted vase
and their presence on my small round table
was both joyful and endearing.

I had a feeling that these flowers had been picked by a young child,
the stalks were uneven and broken at all different lengths.
I just hoped that she (or he) didn't go back to look for them...
and find them gone.

If you know the little posy creator,
please will you thank them for me
and show them how their flowers have been loved and well-cared for in my home.
They have thrived and smiled at me for many days.
Every time I looked at them, I thought of you,
the unknown and mysterious posy child!

A tender posy
Quite forgotten on a bench
Found its way to me.

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