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| Spiderwort, April 2021 |
On every evening walk, something new has come into bloom. This time of year, it's a parade of wildflowers. They are not cultivated not in someone's yard or grown from purchased seeds. They seem to spring up overnight with their own shape and texture and hue against the greens of the walking trail. My eyes are constantly scanning the grasses for spots of color - and there are tiny treasures to be noted and celebrated. There is joy in the seeking and in the finding, in kneeling down to get a closer look.
