The Edges

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. . .