Innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face. Excerpt from Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman |
I saw my first dandelion of the season yesterday at Cedar Hill Cemetery in Vicksburg.
I almost stepped on it as I was on my way to photograph something else, but I happened to look down just in time. As I knelt down to get a closer look through my camera lens, I realized that I had found some lagniappe in the form of this pretty little flower nestled in the grass and leaves (you can click on the images to enlarge them, if you'd like).
I love finding God's glory in unexpected places ... even in dandelions.
6 comments:
This picture is actually bittersweet for me. There is no telling just how many of these yellow 'treasures' I have received over the years from a grubby little hand on the playground. Everyone of them got tucked into a buttonhole, or taped onto a blouse. By the end of the day, it was shrivelled into a little brown nub. Thanks for reminding me of this sweet season of my life.
What a treasure you discovered!! We still have a foot of snow on the lawn, but I trust wholeheartedly that my great swaths of violets which cover the back garden will peep forth anew, and soon after, the golden flowers of the million "dan-deel-yuns" will punctuate the path.
It's surrounded by three-foot volunteer Rose of Sharon spears, and we call it the Fairy Dell. I love that you posted a small preview of what's to come.
And Tonja, some of the most memorable treasures are as fleeting as a wilting flower tucked into a blouse. Sweet seasons never really fade.
Enjoyed visiting your lovely blog, Janie. It lifted my spirits.
Jon
Very sweet photos!
Such tender messenger of spring !
I am sure it was calling you, to look down and take its portrait.
I know they are weeds...but they are so sweet looking...
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