Roadside Glory

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This single bloom, beside asphalt and stiff, dry grass, caught my eye. Isn’t nature wonderful!

(Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

11 thoughts on “Roadside Glory”

Rene Hearthchild says:

December 19, 2018 at 1:38 am

A blessing, for sure.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 19, 2018 at 10:08 am
  
  🙏
  
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Cee Neuner says:

December 17, 2018 at 10:46 pm

Gorgeous geranium. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 18, 2018 at 12:07 am
  
  Haha- is it? No idea
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

December 17, 2018 at 9:39 pm

Pink Evening Primrose – my favorite wildflower!!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 17, 2018 at 10:20 pm
  
  Thanks for giving them a name for me.
  
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  1. Jazz Jaeschke says:
    
    December 17, 2018 at 10:47 pm
    
    Is this a recent photo? I usually see primroses in the Spring … but Texas weather has been odd lately … and you are a bit South of Austin …
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    December 18, 2018 at 12:06 am
    
    Yes. Recent.
    
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oneletterup says:

December 17, 2018 at 6:47 pm

Quite remarkable!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 17, 2018 at 6:57 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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sgeoil says:

December 17, 2018 at 4:42 pm

It certainly is!

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