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.
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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.
Despite all what life throws their way, they survive nevertheless.
Love Granny
These are gorgeous - quite a commentary on survival.
Remarkable resilience - a bit like the calf - thanks for calling in. Is this your main blogsite? I think it is ~ see you soon ~ Eddie
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
Um, OTHER blogsite? This is all I've got, as far as I know...
"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).
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