Daisy, Daisy . . .

  

It's not unusual in July to see a field foaming to the brim with wild daisies.  They are such hardy . . . cheerful flowers, putting up with seemingly everything from drought to monsoon.  I love them so . . .

They don't seem to mind all the fumes of passing traffic, flourishing along the by ways and high ways of the land.  The sight of them along with the red poppy cheer the heart of the drivers that pass . . . 

 

Bouquets of them scattered throughout the house bring a smile to my face . . . they stay fresh for days and days . . . and days.  If they have a smell, I haven't noticed.

Noxious weed by some . . . lover's forecast by others . . . they bloom with wild abandon.   We make chains of them and crown our heads and encircle our necks.  They smile . . . they wink . . . they dance upon the fields, waving their gold centered  fluffy white heads to the tune of the wind which passes over.

  

They are quite happy to socialize which whomever shows up to the party . . . black-eyed Susan's, Queen Anne's Lace, Bachelor Buttons . . . they are not selfish, they share their space quite willingly.  It is a seemingly joyful companionship of ease . . . it brings me joy at any rate . . . 

 

I spent some time in our front garden yesterday amongst the hydrangea and lavender taking pictures of the bumblebees that are really enjoying them at the moment. Look at the pollen filled leg pouches on this one.  I would call him a bit of an over-achiever. There is nothing wrong with doing a job and doing it well! We should all be so inspired!

  

They are such magnificent creatures.  An aerodynamic miracle. Just look at the delicacy of those wings . . .  

 

 . . . in contrast to the size of that beautiful body.   Nature is magnificent, and astonishing and filled with surprises.  I love how the sun is glinting off of those magical wings in this photo, almost making them sparkle . . . 

 

I took a bazillion pictures . . .  just clicking again and again and again . . . you have to move quickly to keep up with the movements of nature  . . . if you wait for the perfect shot it is gone before you scarcely can take note.  

  

There is no time to set up shots.  You just keep clicking and if you are lucky at the end you have something worth looking at  . . . I believe this is a cabbage white.  Not the most spectacularly coloured butterfly, but the most common.  They have aerial battles with each other in the garden.  Interesting to watch. 

 

They seem to love the Lavender as much as the bees do  . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . .  

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 *Beautiful has nothing to do with looks.

Its how you are as a person,

and how you make others feel about

themselves.  ~Unknown •。★★ 。* 。 

 

In the kitchen today  . . .  Downside Up Pineapple Cobbler.  Delicious served warm with vanilla ice cream.

Have a beautiful Sunday.  Don't forget . . . 

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And I do too! 

It is for us to pray not for tasks equal to our powers, but for powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal. 

~ Helen Keller