THANKS TO PETRA 55 FOR A BEAUTIFUL PHOTO OF TWO GRASSES, plus some most appealing little red flowers...
When I was younger, I rarely noticed tall grasses or really much that had to do with flora, gardening or plants. Yes, the woods were great for hiking, the flowers and nature were all beautiful, but as time has passed, I have learned to appreciate so much more. This is, perhaps, a blessing of time; it could be a part of the growing up and growing older process, but there is so much beauty in that which sprouts from the ground we tread upon or around. Your photos reflect a great respect and love for your flowers and nature. Thanks for your comments on my erroroniously tagged plants. I do love both cannas and hastas.
WOULD I LIE TO YOU?
"Let us talk about the truth, whatever the subject might be." RLH
About Me
- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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