I'm not sure if I go to Scott Park at the wrong times, but it's never as green as I think it should be. Nevertheless, there were some sweet bloomy moments on the path. I know my hand looks gigantic in the picture, but it's just a regular sized hand next to tiny daisy-like flowers. Aren't they adorable?
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So the tiny flower blooms are a metaphor for nitrogen immobilization? I don't understand this whole alliteration thing.
The most transforming beauty, is that which must be sought out. Obvious beauty is just that, and often ignored. The hidden, the inconspicuous, the hard to find and sometimes describe; there are no greater beauties.
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