While on a recent birding outing, I noticed a spot of yellow nestled among the blades of grass that fell every which way on the grassy path. A pesky weed, this dandelion was well out of season.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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3 thoughts on “Late Bloomer”
Landscape photography, heh, heh. Have a nice weekend.
Landscape photography, heh, heh. Have a nice weekend.
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Those yellow ones (don’t know the name) seem always the last ones that bloom, you find them also here! Thanks for sharing!
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It’s a dandelion. I should have said that. I’ll edit the post.
Thanks,
Bruce
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