“Never stop doing your best just because someone doesn’t give you credit.” ~ Unknown
If anyone knows what this delicate flower is called, tell me. After Edgar arrived last week, I didn’t want to mow for fear of hurting or scaring him. So, the grass got much longer than usual, but something truly beautiful happened in the meantime. The yard filled with these flowers. They close at night, and stay open all day. Other flowers, too, arrived where there had been none. The flower below I’ve known since I was a child, though I really don’t know what it’s called. They grow out of weeds. But as I always say, one woman’s weed is another woman’s flower. It’s a flower to me for sure. I finally mowed tonight, and could have probably baled hay out of the super-long blades, but it was worth every wet, sticky clump to see a yard of flowers for a week.