They are young and they are beautiful…
The other day I drove into the big village and bought some gayka, shayba and bolts (nuts, washers and bolts) and I decided to turn into a side farm road and check out the yellow girls dancing in the fields. They were beautiful and still have some growing up to do, before us mere humans eat the fruits of their labor…
I drove some three kilometers down the farm road before turning back. I never found the end to the field and when I got out of my car, it was sunflowers as far as the eye could see and I stood above these young ladies…
I went on to the big village and when I was done finding the bolts I needed, I stopped back by the field on the way home and took a few pictures. The girls always face the sun and so I had to crawl in amongst them to get a picture. last year they were on the opposite side of the main highway and they faced the highway. This year they are shyer and more reserved, as they hide their faces from the highway… 🙂
Then when I got home to the tiny Russian village, I found the most beautiful flowers in our yard. These flowers were just asking to be photographed and screaming that they were the most beautiful around…
They are I am sure a weed in western society, but in this society they are a flower and they are incredibly beautiful. The image does not catch the impression, but seriously they are iridescent pale blue and lavender. If you moved even a millimeter, the flower rippled with colors as your eyes adjusted. Each flower looked like a small pale blue sun with rays of light bursting away from the center.
I was actually stunned by the blossom and have found that weeds are some of the most wonderful vibrant flowers around. That then started me on the thinking of why are weeds weeds and why does the term weed mean bad flower and plant? Got me! For I find the weeds are fantastic and glorious, when in bloom…
I decided that for the fields of yellow radiant girls were almost perfect, the single plant of pale blue was more perfect and expressed how I look at life. They glowed with pride and they screamed at me to notice them. They were introverts, but not shy and they had burst forth with their message and I read them like a book…
Flowers are truly a gift from God…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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