Photo by Roger Black
I don't know about you, but not everybody around me gets excited like I do when a bud opens. I'm the only one here, who early in the morning with no people as subjects, is strolling around in their own yard taking photographs. You can't tell just anybody you have been out running around the garden catching Japanese beetles, pinching their heads off, and feeding them to the goldfish. Sometimes it seems it is only God and I who care if the birds have food and drink. People look at me funny when they know I find the sun rising and setting to be major events that should not be missed. How many do you know who find seed catalogs great reading material? How many of your friends consider nurseries tourist attractions? Consequently, I am very thankful to have found Blotanical where there are plenty of passionate gardeners who are also grateful for things like dripping rain, a leaf twirling in the wind, or cicadas vibrating their summer song. They marvel over spider webs glistening with dew, seeds bursting from a pod, and robin's egg blue. They are amazed by the colors of rainbow, snowflakes, starry skies and fireflies. I am grateful for those whose merry hearts sing and know the world is full of beautiful things like gossamer wings.