You have to believe yourself to be happy now

I had a wander at lunchtime. To stretch my eyes as much as about stretching my legs.

I wandered the length of the building and found a muddy field at the back. The results of days of frost, rain, snow, sun, frost, rain, mist.

This little daisy was sitting in the midst of the mud, grass and clovers, and seemed to be searching for the sun.

I started wearing my glasses again, but hate to do so, because when I take them off, I see less. Now, after a few days of wearing them, - I forgot them today and seeing clearly was harder than ever. The joy then of Macro...

Close up I thought there is nothing quite so perfect as the petals of a flower. Their shape, their softness, their gentleness and without the use of the macro I wouldn't have seen these little patches of dirt, on it's perfect white silk.

I cropped some of the petals, and thought fancifully that they resembled wings - and how I wish they were. Imagine if you could actually sit in the garden, and watch little winged creatures dancing round.

To be quite honest, I think they are there. Just out of sight, in the corner of your eye. If you are looking closely just off centre, you might catch sight of one - and then they'll hide, under the petals of a flower, where, if you come over to look, you'll mistake their wings for part of the flower. And you'll shake your head and walk away.

But I don't. I sit and wait, one day....