pastoral (ie: weedy)

I have been very photographer-y lately (much to Mr. Man’s annoyance, I’m sure) and snapped even more photos of ‘ye great olde outdoors’ in it’s spring splendor.  Here is a shot that would lead you to believe that we live in a woodsy meadow with ripe berries that we make into tasty pies:

We do not.  We live in suburbia.  In a house from 1979.  With a weedy backyard that we only mow 1/4 at a time because cutting down a 4-foot tall dandelion plant is no mean feat.

More pastoral evidence beauty:

And then, when I am done running around our yard taking pictures I rip up some of the spring-ness and shove it in my homemade lightbox and take more pictures:

I do so love to make weeds look pretty.  Am I crazy?