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.
