I’m still here. Really. It’s been so nice out. And I come home and drink, and sit on the porch. And its nice, really nice. We walk around the yard, and pick flowers. Damn. My mind is a numb nothing. My inspiration is a squat in the yard, but saved for the ‘ol iPhone (that time-killing bastard Instagram again). But seriously, its a stellar year for flowers. So far, I’ve got some things to look up. At least one wildflower I haven’t seen before. I found the bloodwart again. But I’m leaving that for another post….

Oops! That's not a flower. I totally couldn't see the thumbnail very good. Hipstamatic.

Wisteria.

White daffodils. Hipstamatic.

Sunrise over the road well traveled. Or, not flowers. I know, it doesn't really fit but it's just that I found this in the roll and had to use it...

Japanese maple and green friend. Hipstamatic.