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?