Red clover cover medians and line roadsides. A pop of color as grass and trees revive with green.

Each year telling myself to make time and photograph it. And each year it blooms and withers before I do. The blankets of red becoming an afterthought to my spring days.

Monday woke with its own agenda. My agenda for the day wrecked. Nothing going according to plan. Reminding myself to be thankful in all things I took deep breaths and adjusted. Allowing frustration to take hold would be pointless. Working through tasks as I could making time for exercise. Choosing to complete the intervals of walk/jog outside today instead. Sunshine full on my face. Sweat beading across face and chest.

My mind wandering during art. Unsure of my next project, but some days are just that way.

Picking up my son from school I carry him to art lessons. My camera put in the van as an afterthought before I left home. An hour before his art lessons end.

The red clover always an afterthought now on my mind. Wondering if the open fields in a neighborhood I like are covered with the clover.
Bridge in afternoon

I park near the bridge. The bridge that enchants me. Walking a little further I come upon the fields. My wonderings correct. A blanket of red before me.

I walk. Carefully I walk further into the field. The warm spring already calling forth snakes. As I crest a slope specks of purple appear. Scattered here and there.
Wildflower amidst the clover.

Almost as an afterthought.

I spent a few minutes wandering around the field and clover. Taking it all in and coaxing what I saw in my mind from the camera.
Clover in bloom

How often do I go about my days not even considering the weeds of life. Not taking the time to wonder let alone search for what they can teach me. Those situations or even people we only consider as an afterthought. Aspects of life we consider ugly, dreary and weed ridden may contain the very lessons God wants to teach us.

What some may consider weeds can bring beauty to even the most ordinary of days. Sometimes you just have to look at it with a different perspective.

Linking up (a bit late) with Peter Pollock for the One Word at a Time blog carnival.

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