The humble wildflower grows quietly in places least expected: by the side of a road, poking out through less-than-pretty mesh fences, spreading beauty to corners of life that wouldn’t usually get a second glance.
What could be more delicate and beautiful than a flower that exists merely by chance? One that doesn’t attempt to be anything but? A true gift from nature, wildflowers will always be my favourite.
These two were picked on my way home from work this evening, the sun glistening on a late September’s afternoon.
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