Have you ever thought about how years are for flowers? Well, they aren’t. I mean, most flowers last about 2 weeks – 3 months. When we go along and pick them up, imagining we’re Princesses from long ago and make a Crown of the little yellow Daisy’s that were so very happy growing in the field. Or gathering a bouquet of Babies Breath and Morning Glories for your Grandmother, we don’t think of how happy they were.
We enjoy them for a while, but when they’re mostly wilted and brown, not at all looking like those happy, joyous things we picked not three days ago, we toss them out. The breeze and birds and squirrels picks them up and lays them down, while we’ve already long forgotten them. Then the crumpled brown flowers lie there. Then a while later we come by and see a cluster of white flowers, we pick them, again not thinking of how happy they were in there home.
After they’re old and tired, we throw them out again, to return home (Although we don’t think of it like that), to grow beautiful again. No, flowers can’t live years. Years are a series of minutes to flowers, most nature, too. I’m not saying don’t pick them, just don’t throw them away. Let them return home, all those little daisies and Blue bells, Enjoy them, but let them return home and grow beautiful again. ~AKB/theJunebugblog
Hello! Welcome to my blog! I am a lover of all things Fall, Flowers, and Cameras.
Here you will find Photographs of Nature and Regular things; DIYs, Art/Drawings, and a lot of others.
I have a Canon Rebel T5, Which I got last year.
I also take Photos of Dolls, because they’re great models.
I don’t know if I already said it, (I did) but I _LOVE_ Autumn, and Autumn is… in Two Days! (expect LOTS of Photos) Here are some Pictures!
The very first Red Leaf! I Also Love Bokeh.📸
The Last Summer Roses. It’s So sad to see them go! ‘Tis the last Rose of summer left blooming alone; All her lovely companions are faded and gone; No Flower of her kindred, no Rosebud is nigh, to reflect back her blushes, to give sigh for sigh. The Last rose of summer by Thomas Moore.
A silent Hanglider. Oh, so peaceful.
This is my Favorite Photo i’ve taken. The first batch of Golden Rod. (BOKEH!!)
This is my Puppy, Maisy. In this photo, she was sitting in my hand. ❤️ (she’s a maltipoo, if you’re wondering)
An evening sunset. This picture was taken standing in my driveway.