I was feeling down today so took a walk to lift my spirits. As usual, the stunning natural beauty that surrounds our property was the tonic that my spirit needed.
I first learned to identify Star of Bethlehem when I seriously studied wild edible plants. I knew them then as poisonous plants to be avoided. But now, I see them as little white gems of exquisite beauty.
I learned to identify Venus Looking Glass one year as I puzzled over the weeds
with purple flowers that ran rampant in my square foot gardens in early spring. Now I treasure them as a gift before vegetable garden planting season begins. (On edit, I misidentified these flowers. See photo caption.)
Little bluets delight me. They are so small that they are easily missed unless your eyes are open to the tiny wonders under your feet.
I am not sure what the little purple flowers on tall stalks are. They have always grown everywhere I’ve lived since I was a child, but it occurs to me that I have neglected to learn their name. I will do a search and try to discover their secret.
And dandelions. When I lived in condos and apartments and houses in town, they were an eyesore and a blot on unbroken green, manicured lawns. Then, in my edible plant studies, I discovered what a marvel they truly are. Since then I have been fascinated by their intricate, enduring beauty.
I think age has also softened my perspective on what a wonder these precious little weeds are.