Matt Penning Daily
Behind the Peonies, the bright sunshine makes the petals and leaves glow. The last flowers of Autumn face the sun, engines of energy conversion and delights for the eye.
A farm gate stands to recall the years of crops that have passed through. A farmer's work, hopes and reaping etched on the fence-post.
The up close world of a pointed purple flower surrounded by green leaves that are glowing in the mid-day sun. Water drops nestle in-between the spear-like petals. Macro world.
Pansies are among my favorite flowers, due to the influence of my Pansy-loving mother. Purple was her favorite color and is likewise mine. Her influence continues, long after her physical presence is gone.
I had a bit of a stressful early morning today. One way I choose to deal with my stress is to seek out and ponder upon some bit of nature. Seeing the wonders of the natural world, taking in the beauty displayed, all serves me well to set my mind to a calmer level.
This morning, as I looked out the front window. I saw the basket of purple and white Pansy flowers that my dear Karen Sue had put up for her mother to enjoy from her perch in the living room. The delicate blossoms were dancing in time with the gentle morning breeze. The petals of purple and white had dots of the overnight rain.
I grabbed my camera and went outside to grab some of that magic.
As I was working on this image, I kept zooming in to see the center, filled with tiny fronds and drops of rain.
Suddenly I saw a figure of an angel, with purple arms and wings outspread, a crown of white hair and a breastplate of gold.
My Angel Pansy had come to greet me this morning.
The strong afternoon sunlight created highlights and shadows on this spiky purple beauty of a plant. The bees and butterflies were busy, working their natural magic. Taking and leaving, all part of the cycle of life.
Don't ask me what the name of the flowering plant is. I'm willfully ignorant of the names of most plants. I depend on the kindness of family, friends and strangers to fill in the blanks in my horticultural knowledge.
I know beauty.
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