The First Bluets

 

 Every Spring I search to find the first Bluets of the year.  At least in my little world.  And, I did.

I found them last week as I was on my morning walk.  These were growing right next to the curb on the street behind my house.  Hardy little Arkansas Wildflowers...I love them.

About my Morning Walk.  Sometimes I walk in the morning.  Sometimes I have an Afternoon Walk. On a really good day...I walk in the a.m. AND the p.m.  I'm trying to get some exercise.  I feel I need a reward to do this as I'm not really an exercise person.  Finding little beautiful things like Bluets is, in my mind, a great reward!!!

 

 They are very TINY!  Here is a little Bluet as compared to my index fingernail.   It's a wonder to me that I even see them, but really, I do try hard to find them.

 

 One lone little flower....so sweet!

 

 And, then, several in a little row.  Aren't they just dear?  By the way, Bluets can be blue, purple, pink or white.  Who knew?

 

 Really, they are so small I thought you might want to see them in comparison to other things....like a spool of thread, or my thimble.  And, aren't they cute in this little vintage glass I have?

 

 Here you can see the whole plant, from roots up.  About an inch and a half.  Just dear.

And, here is a little thought for you...one I love: 

"Just living is not enough...

one must have sunshine, freedom,

and a little flower."

Hans Christian Anderson

 Hope you are having a good week!!!

from

Bird Nest  Cottage

until next time

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On an Early Morning Walk....

 

  On my early morning walk today, I looked up and this is what I saw.  Gorgeous, isn't it?  Those jet trails were everywhere....reminding me that some people begin their jobs in the very early hours of each new day.  And, these particular people, making their marks across the sky, were making this morning very special.   Early Morning Weavings.  "Slow Stitching" at jet speed.  Quilting to the Nth degree.  Over lace.  I always think of trees in silhouette as being "nature's version of lace."  Do you see it? 

These photos were taken from the empty street behind my house.  In the cold - it was 25 degrees.

 

 

 Here, in the church parking lot.

 

 This one, directly behind my house.

 

This one also.

 

I tried to get a closer view of one jet trail. 

 First thing I thought of when I saw it was a strip of Tatting.  Yes, Tatting.  The one type of needlework I could never quite grasp.  But a pilot did.

 (Why do thoughts like this enter my mind?)

A beautiful way to start the day!!!

I am grateful.

 

Have a lovely weekend!

from

Bird Nest Cottage

until next time

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