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She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace: a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee...Proverbs 4:3
I thought I'd hunt for butterflies
For a shot amongst the milkweeds.
Lo! The Crown Vetch caught my eyes,
And we'll later dry their seeds.
An ornament of grace
Shall find a second place
To crown their head...
Oh the pleasure they will bring.
As they glorify our flower bed
When they are planted in the spring.
Tho' I did not see a butterfly wing
To e'en enter our back yard...
The sweet bee got my regard
When it did not to me sting...
Poetry by me AJP
The weeds were tall where I walked and I knew I was in the bees territory as they were pollinating these wild flowers...but thankfully they were so involved with their work... they didn't pay any attention to me and I was able to walk around them without getting stung...
We had never seen these flowers before on the edge of our woods next to our driveway. We think the seeds were previously dropped by birds.
What we seek we don't always find, but something better takes its place..
Also by Andrea Petersen
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