Wednesday, June 3, 2009

These Flowers...

...are the definition of red. I saw them on the side of the highway on the way home from church: a flowing red and green wave stretching for miles. Red clover.


I was going to make them all fancy, punching up the color and such, but I like how you can see the dirt and grit of the highway between the flowers.

They've been growing here for years, battered by passing cars, exhaust and the elements, unaided by humans, and thriving nonetheless.

And arresting the attentions of people like me.

7 comments:

MOM said...

Isn't that what real beauty is though? Seeing what the "cares of life" have brought us through and still we are beautrful. We have to recognize what God has given us and be grateful for the little things He sends our way, be it a chance encounter with a Walmart Greeter, or the lady at the garden center, the next door neighbor who does something unexpected or a short note from someone you love.
I love you, Sarah, have a good day.

Granny on the Web said...

Despite all what life throws their way, they survive nevertheless.

Love Granny

Janet said...

These are gorgeous - quite a commentary on survival.

Eddie Bluelights said...

Remarkable resilience - a bit like the calf - thanks for calling in. Is this your main blogsite? I think it is ~ see you soon ~ Eddie

Snowbrush said...

Ah, here you are. I was just at your other blog, but you hadn't posted there in a long time. I'm just to see that you're active SOMEWHERE.

Appreciatively,
Snow

Sarah said...

Um, OTHER blogsite? This is all I've got, as far as I know...

Snowbrush said...

"Um, OTHER blogsite? This is all I've got, as far as I know..."

No, of course not. I'm just losing my mind, it would appear. Maybe I had too many pages open at once, or maybe I confused you with another Sarah (I doubt the latter).