The animals I meet along the trails on my everyday adventures are wonderful, but there is something else that I see every time. Even if the animals run and hide, the plants still remain right where they are. I lost count on how many times I've chased animals through the forests. I've been chased exactly once.
Plants don't chase anyone, and you can look at them for as long as you want. Try it, they won't go anywhere. It is plants that make up a forest or a jungle. You don't necessarily need the animals. When you see all of that green around you, you know where you are.
Sometimes though you'll see something special off to the left or the right. It will be a bit of bright color in all of that green. That's what happens to me a lot of times, and this one time now was no different. Finding a flower in the forest is every bit as good as finding a scurrying little animal.
This particular time, I was on a very small side trail that I remembered from the last time I was at my new park. I remembered seeing a mulberry tree on the trail, and I wanted to see how far along the berries had come. Mulberries taste very delicious so I'm watching for any I can get.
I would have taken a picture of the mulberry tree and the unripe berries but I honestly forgot to do it. I did last time but the camera just wouldn't focus correctly on the berries. Another reason I had to work on my settings.
Well, after checking on the tree I followed the little trail to its end. Nothing special about it except that it ran to the bike trail, and I had already been there. The bike trails look like small streets so I'm kind of uninterested in them. I like the deep forest much better.
After all of this I turned back around and made my way back to the beginning of the small trail. About halfway through I noticed this lone flower that I hadn't seen before. It was about five feet off to the right of the trail, and the bright lavender color caught my eye. I guess that's what people like about flowers.
I can't attempt to tell you the name of this flower, only that I like it. I'm sure if you stick around here long enough somebody will be nice enough to reveal the identity to us all. Even if nobody knows, everything is fine. Flowers are meant to be looked at. The beauty is the same whether we know a name or not.
What was that old saying? You know, the one from that Shaky guy?
(I don't care if it's not a rose, I still like it.)