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I am not discouraged,
because every wrong attempt discarded
is another step forward.

-Thomas Edison

There is a section of my yard that I haven’t been spending too much time in, because it is shaded until fairly late in the afternoon, when I am busy starting dinner and such. (I don’t use flash when taking pictures, so I need full sun or close to it.)

Yesterday, though, it was such a nice day that I did a fairly thorough sweep, exploring, trailblazing, just enjoying being outside, when I came across these gothic star-shaped seedpods. I took a few pictures of one, then noticed another, and another… all over the place.

And I realized that this whole side of the yard must have been awash in flowers, while we were away at the beach, and I missed the whole show!

I found one lonely lemon-lime flower, already beginning to wilt:

Such a bummer. But now I know they’re there and I can be prepared for next year.

Nothing else blooming in the garden at present, hope everyone is content with bug and vegetable pictures for a bit…

Not the best photo ever, but I like it, because the color of this fly’s skin makes me wax nostalgic about the carnivals of my youth.

Specifically, the motorcycle merry-go-round; very specifically, the green-blue motorcycle, which was my favorite, with polyester seats the very color of this fly.

this picture by scottobear

Seeing the variations of green with its flecks of gold, I can actually smell the popcorn, I can feel the polyester of the seat, I can hear the far-off screams of those on the Zipper or the Ring of Fire.

Funny, the roller-coaster ride that is memory.

Incomprehensible, the level of detail and beauty given to the tiniest things.

How lucky we are, to live in such a world.

With mirth and laughter
let old wrinkles come.

William Shakespeare

My friend Kristin hates the spider shots, but c’mon!

Look at the smiley face on this guy! How cute is that?

How can you ask me to resist?