Like happy, beauty is where you find it. I’m not heart broken that I don’t have to mow this week. Hot, dry weather has turned most of the lawn brown. One plant seems to thrive despite these conditions–buck-horn cholla, or as we call it around here, buckhorn.
Buckhorn thrives in this kind of weather.
In a suburban lawn, this would be considered a most unwelcome intruder. In a country lawn, it’s just part of the environment. They look like hundreds of princelings or is it princesslings? Each with a starry crown upon his (her?) head.
I wasn’t very happy with shots that look down on this royalty, so I tried an oblique angle. In the process, I found another paying homage at the court.
A friendly visitor called in search of food.
I didn’t have time to focus on the bee before she moved on. She was intent on her business while I casually pursued my own. Soon the bee moved on to other plants. Busy. Busy. Busy. I merely enjoyed the scene.
There are other weeds in my lawn. I like that. Some, like the buckhorn, add their own special beauty. Others just exist. Perhaps you know people that are like that.
Looks like another great day to enjoy the cool of the basement. At noon temp is 82 F and the forecast calls for a high of 92. Basement projects are good on a day like this. I can see the beauty in that too.
Though the grass hasn’t grown in weeks, I finally had to cut their little heads off, these things I mean. Beauty is not only where we find it, but how we see it. Same with happiness?
Buckhorn? Looks like English Plantain to me. Is that an alternate name?
Looks like a tasty snack to me; the buckhorn, not the bee.