Bluets sweeten our spring visit to Maine. It is always a delight to see the little white clumps of flowers amidst the sea of green. It is amazing that though very little, they still manage to stand out and be noticed. When I stoop down low to take a close look and snap some photos, I notice the busy activity surrounding these flowers – little flies flit about the flowers. Against the afternoon light, it was not to imagine those little insects as fairies dancing around the flowers.
but the wildflowers
thriving wherever they scatter
meeting hostile hands
The fields were mowed after a few days of our arrival. Fortunately, the lawnmower spared the areas close to the dirt road and bluets growing there survived. There are happy flower clusters that welcome the occasional cars passing by.
stars in the night skies
bluet sprays on where feet trod
WPC: SPARE (These bluets are what remained after the rains and the recent lawnmowing. 🙂