I photograph my flower beds every year and it was while I was out there, eager to capture to the barrel cactus' blooms, that I remembered when I might have looked at these same flowers that I now so eagerly anticipate with little more than disdain.
I moved from the Midwest to Tucson, Arizona when I was 21. I remember complaining to my born-in-Arizona friend John Boyle that the region had no seasons and he quickly corrected me, pointing out my spoiled eye just hadn't learned to appreciate or discern the desert seasons.
Here in the high desert, we are blessed with distinct seasons. Yet many of the plants and flowers are similar to what I discovered in Arizona, especially from my summer as an SCA volunteer on Mt Graham in Safford. That is where I first fell in love with columbine.
My front bed is filled with mostly wildflowers or what some may consider weeds. Our Midwest heritage rules the back yard, and I'm still a sucker for a big lilac bush. And yet, I've come to love the delicate Blue Flax and the hardy Paprika in our xeriscaped front beds.
After all, the main difference between a plant and a weed is simply the will to live.
Please continue through the blog circle to see how other photographers interpreted the challenge, starting with Maggie and her post on Ugly Beautiful.