Just when I think he’s done for the year, Buxbaum’s Speedwell rushes up and disabuses me.

Just when I think he’s done for the year, Buxbaum’s Speedwell rushes up and disabuses me.

I often think about what the little field critters see as they walk about in this big world. Flowers that are tiny and inconspicuous to us are their daily delight (at least I fancy God has given them some ability to appreciate beauty). CLICK HERE for a poem I wrote when I first noticed this little flower.

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