These were growing in our front lawn. Only a few had opened. I told Sam before he mowed, he couldn't mow over these. So he pulled them up and put them in this mason jar. I love that he picked a mason jar over a vase. They're simple but they make me happy, even if they fall under the weed-ish category. They're a step up from dandelions anyway!
Sam and I have been using a great trail that winds around the river almost every evening. Every time I walked, ran, or rollerbladed I admired the charming wild flowers. There were purple wild irises last week. The other night I decided to be a rebel. I knew that if I didn't do it then, the whole summer I would be wishing and imagining the simple country bouquet that could be made if I picked and gathered a few of each. So here it is. I also told myself that since I picked them, instead of admiring them as they were (tsk tsk)- I had to find out the name of each flower. I'm still working on that. I only know a few. I really need to pick up a field guide to wild flowers and plants.
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