“Blue flower, red thorns. Blue flower, red thorns.
Blue flower, red thorns.
Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn’t COLOR-BLIND!”
by none other than Donkey in Shrek looking for that special wild-flower.
There could be one single wild-flower or an entire field dancing in warm breezes.
Their colors and fragrance make landscapes come alive. They are unexpected and delightful. No one purchased, planned and plotted their arrival. They exist because they are hearty, maybe once introduced but now flourish on their own.
Children have picked fistfuls for generations. We arrange them on our dining tables and front porches in everything from paper cups to hand blown vases. We photograph wildflowers as back drops for our loved ones, as still lives, or macro shots showing delicate beads of water or a bumble bee loading up with nectar.