I took a walk this morning and found tiny things ... things you could easily miss if you were preoccupied with getting to work.
I was not.
I'm playing hooky with Bear (using a day of personal leave).
We have a long night ahead of us with the distant football game and Bear needed a break ahead of that, plus I have so much #$%@^# redundant accountablility stuff to do for Uncle local/state/federal government that I had to make my own planning day just to do some of the online stuff.
Wow ... that was a long sentence, I hope you took a break in there somewhere ... I sure didn't leave you one.
When in doubt, it's an aster ... hope I'm right and not making an aster of myself.
Pardon my finger in each shot, it's just a size reference so you can get a feel for the delicacy of these wildflowers growing where we don't mow.
This one escapes me ...
I suppose being tiny is one way of picking your pollinators. A bumblebee would ride this flower to the ground like my son when he does skin the cat on a young pine tree.
(I taught him that and now most of my young pines have suspicious curves)
Suspicious curves ... that's kind of ... what was I talking about?
Here's the queen of tiny flowers ... Blue Curls.