pink ball...

...standing tall

and alone - in freshly mowed grasses

the trouble with where i live - is that big machines come to - take care of the lawn - service around the condos - and they don't much care - about any of the wild flowers which - have grown up hither and yon - amongst the grass - i would venture to say - i am the only one - who does so it's always - with a heavy heart that i - see these individuals come to do their work - on the other hand - it makes me search that - much harder for the small gems - which might remain after - they are finished - hence finding this little pink ball - who knows what it - might turn into when fully opened - for now it has simply made for...

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happy day.....