A quiet, calm morning. The grass is mowed, and I had finished pushing back the weeds. The dew covered the lawn and the plants in the yard.
Weeding is sometimes an indiscriminate battle. You get a mower, trimmer or scythe out and just cut down everything. Sometimes I am more careful. Keep some plants, like daisies or a few of the dame's rockets. Leave ferns, but take out the chicory and thistles.
I don't always stop and look at the wonders of the wildflowers.
Maybe I should stop and look at the wildflowers more often. I was glad I did this morning. . .