Just To Make Me Smile

As I shared before, I have been working in the yard.  Mind you, I am not killing myself over this, though sweating some pounds would be beneficial, but I am making a slow stab at a fast growing mess.  Weeds love my yard.  Actually I think they love any yard, except those belonging to mean people who put weed killer out.  I have not been that industrious thus far, hoping that my grass will overcome on its own.  Does that ever happen?

Oh, well.  Today I spotted a beauty springing forth in yonder bed that has not yet been weeded.  They return each year without fail, to make me smile and think of my friend JoRonda, who gave me the bulbs from her yard many moons ago.
The clover is especially lovely as well, growing throughout the monkey grass.  Yes, it is a weed, but it makes me smile, too.
It's in the beholder's eye, you know.  Someone once told me that a weed was something you did not want growing in a certain place. These weeds are welcome, at least for now. Aren't they beautiful? My Father gave them to me...just to make me smile.