lady bugs playing atop flowers that look just like little tropical dancers…

the sweetest little babies curled upon the forest floor…

…I can find beauty in just about all of it. 

Just about. 

I have actually found one of God’s creations that I don’t particularly care for: poison ivy. If I were feeling more generous, I’d give it credit for the brilliant shade of crimson it turns in the fall. But right now, I am slathered in calamine lotion, sleepy from benadryl, and itching like a stray dog. So I would have to say that poison ivy sucks. A lot. And the ironic part? This nasty run-in didn’t happen in the woods that I frequent several times a week. It happened in my non-existent garden. I was feeling guilty that I didn’t plant this year, so I did a bit of weeding over the weekend. I guess the garden was not happy and wanted to make a point. 

Well taken.