It’s coming close to the end of summer, and I realised I hadn’t got a picture of these yet. Funny that it hadn’t occurred to me until today that these might even be versions of the same plant. Maybe not, but they are awfully similar.
I love that they are such small, delicate flowers (the bloom is not much wider than my thumb). And the plants themselves are each their own beautiful shade of green.
Which reminds me that while my father’s garden had more than its share of flowers, it was as much about the different kinds of green playing off one another. In a way it was maybe more about that.
And so I spend a few minutes sitting and taking in the beauty of small things. And things I have taken for granted.