This morning as I was walking up the driveway to open up the shop I spotted these great yellow flowers.
As I went over to look at them I realized they were just dandelions.
Yet- there were two very different types of the dandelions. One was of the variety I remember as a kid.
The other was a richer yellow with more pedals then the first. I had to pick them both. As I walked along looking and taking in how different they are I spotted the clover which is blooming a nice purple.I added it to my mix.
Close to the pond I spotted the small daisy and I had to add them to my growing weeds.Then the mind starts thinking about what makes a flower and what makes a weed.
I remember picking dandelions for my mother with the steams so short I could barely hand them to her.
Weeds she finally told me- these are just weeds.
At 4 or 5 you don't know what a weed is- is that good or bad.
Later I would figure out weeds were to be thrown out.
But today I thought- what a spot of inspiration these flowers are - yellow, purple ,white.
So instead of thinking weeds- I thought about how nice they would look in a bottle which was from the firing which produced so many seconds for us.
Was the pot also like a weed not to be enjoyed, but at some point thrown out like the weeds should be?
So today I enjoyed looking at these "weeds" in my little "weed" pot.
Why not join them together and enjoy them while I can.
The flower "weeds" will be tossed in a few days, but the bottle- with some grinding I might just keep it close by for other weeds of inspiration.
