Along the driveway, where I often walk, I saw a flower I had not noticed before. We are in the midst of a drought. The grass is brown and very dry at the end of summer. These tiny blossoms would be easy to overlook, as the soft yellow blends in with the muted colors of its surroundings.
Since I have been writing this blog, I have become more aware of mother nature at home. Documenting my observations, I have a record of what time of year a particular flower emerges. Also, what color of a particular flower will bloom before other colors. Memory is weak, writing is strong. I am not the only victim, it is human not to remember all the details one wants to remember.