An ode to the often overlooked super small roadside flowers. Their is so much beauty in the tiniest things. It's sad that they are usually trampled on while people walk their dogs and never given a moments notice. Here's to you super tiny beautiful roadside flowers.
As winter envelopes most of my family and many friends up North, I chose to share with them the sunshine we enjoy year round that brings us an endless variety of blooming flowers. I hope to capture a different flower for each of the 100 days.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
Day 2
We decided to go for a paddle on the kayak yesterday so that I can get a photo of a mangrove flower and whatever else I see. With the kayak on it's makeshift cart, Scott and I roll down the road ready for a quick adventure. Our street is lined with these feathery puffballs. I have no idea what the shrub is that they grow on, but I love them. They have small, white, hard berries on them later in the year that remind me of little white peppercorns. As I look down I am always intrigued by the tiniest things. This sweet little flower has 3 different stages of it's growth on one stem. So pretty. Finally, we go out on the kayak to capture the mangrove flower. Unfortunately, most of the flowers have given way to their next stage, growing into mangrove seed pods. The kids down here call them sea pencils and use the ones that wash ashore to draw pictures in the sand. There was some weather blowing up from Key West, so we got some photos and fought the outgoing tide to head back home.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Day 1
Welcome to my first blog. Camera in hand, my beginning blog assignment is to share 100 days of flowers. There is always something blooming here in the Keys, even in winter. The colors I see outside my windows every day are a big reason that I am enamored with living here. The morning glories are in my back yard near the giant coconut palm. They are bright, colorful and delicate. I'm not sure why, but they remind me of my grandma. Maybe it is because lilies of the valley, her favorite flowers, don't grow here and these are the next most delicate flower I can think of. These treasures remain open all day long and make me smile every time I see them.
For my Grandma Elsie. I love you.
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