Literally growing on the side of the road.
Street art...there is a bank of wild flowers growing next to our main road that gladdens my heart every time I walk past it.
Despite appearances, there is a road between the bank of flowers and the hills of Eisenberg.
Orange berries beckoning many a bird to sample. The whole shrub is so luminous early in the morning when it basks in the sun's touch.
Old but new. These flower pots at our war memorial are always kept in tip top shape and are just a treat to look at. Every year the same but I never grow tired of them.
Joined by a yellow friend...there is something about the strong primary colours that soothe my thoughts...
Last but not least...another street art scene. Sadly our local chiefs love to chop everything to uniformity. Lawns and bejeweled banks never get a chance to be seen by many. One day they'll stop the constant mowing and leave these delectable tidbits for bees and insects.
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