I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
This tiny, delicate flower appeared in the gravel in the front garden walkway, along with Lambs Ear that decided to jump from their bed. I have no idea what it is called, but I am in love with it. I'm so glad I noticed it and photographed it the day I first saw it because now the flowers are spent and gone.
Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time.