Trodden underfoot
Humble repressed and worthless
Beauty passed unseen
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
You’re right. A few people appreciate third their beauty.
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They are as lovely in their own way as any rose.
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I know. They are common so people don’t pay any attention to them
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And that applies not just the flowers either.
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So true!
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Thank you for honouring the little paratroopers. 😉 One can see nature knows how to help itself, and wastes nothing. Enjoy the Sunday, and stay save, Sue! Best wishes, Michael
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There is beauty in the humblest of flowers 🙂
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🙂🙂
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I love that you caught the dandelions in their in-between state. (K)
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These are much smaller than dandelions … Senecio Vulgaris… we call it groundsel here, or old-man-in-the-spring.
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They are lovely! Of course I like dandelions too.
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So do I. Groundsel always reminds me of the budgerigar I had as a child…he loved the stuff.
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Now you’ve made me think of the very happy years of my early childhood just wandering free in the undeveloped spaces around us. Once we moved from that house into real suburbia, so much was lost.
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Yes… my childhood was pretty much free range too.
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Ah, that doesn’t seem fair, really, as these are beautiful in their own way. I promise to tread lightly around them in future, and appreciate them more. 🙂
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The little car park near my son’s home is a bit overgrown round the edges…and absolutely bursting with tiny, beautiful flowers 🙂
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Here’s to overgrown car parks then😊 Sounds lovely.
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It is.. the kind of wilderness I quite like ( except when I have to clear it…especially as it isn’t our responsibility 😉 )
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I can understand that. 🙂
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I don’t pass daisies up!
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I like daisies… and have a lot of memories bound up indaisy chains 🙂
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Daisies are one of the few things I remember from one of my grandmothers. I remember picking a couple daisies with her when I was very, very little.
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That’s a lovely memory to have. Perhaps you made daisy chains 🙂
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I don’t remember what we did with them. I get the feeling I pulled off all the petals trying to show off counting skills or something, because I still try to make bets in my head how close I’ll get to my initial estimate.
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Then that is probably right 🙂
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