“There is a small black lizard with a blue, metallic tail scampering up the yellow wall of the Church next to the niche where the Little Flower, with a confidential and rather pathetic look in her eyes, offers me a rose. I am glad of the distraction because now I can breathe again and think a little.”
— Thomas Merton, “When The Trees Say Nothing.”
Today’s flower art is devoted to the most miniature wildflowers that grow in nature, some not much bigger than the head of a pin and some smaller than that. It is a struggle with a macro lens to catch them. I had some luck. Come and See. I don’t know the names of any of these tiny flowers, but they are very beautiful, each in its own way. Signing out for Saturday, I’ll check in Sunday before we sail off for two or three days to rest and give my computer a new hard drive.
The tech doing the work assures me that the computer will now live longer than I will. Hmmm…
These blue wildflowers are the smallest ones.
Except for these white flowers.
These stand out more.
I love this one, tucked into a corner.
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This is a grown-up rhododendron; it’s here because it is so beautiful in the sun.