Neither farmer nor gardener would be a fan, but this creeping butter cup had another plan.
The frost sparkling in the sun, her journey into the spotlight had begun.
It stood out to me on my walk one frosty morning. So this was just a little experiment painting a frosted weed. Sometimes beauty lies in hidden corners.
Do you ever notice something ordinary become extraordinary just because of the light or situation, and you cannot help but stop to take another look?