Little Flowers, Hungry Grub

I dreamed I was giving a tour of the house and the conversation came around to flowers. One of the people who were looking at the house asked which flowers were my favorites on the property.

I took them out to the front, explaining that they were not in bloom here at the start of winter, but there were some great miniature flowers that looked a lot like gold and orange pansies. The flowers are only about 5mm across, though. I also found a small patch of the 3mm blue and purple geraniums which were in bloom.

"But those are weeds."

"Only if you don't want them."

I took them inside and showed them where I'd put up several 8x10 framed photos of flowers. "All of these are from the miniature flowers in this yard."

"I thought those were all from some sort of exotic flower show."

"No," I smiled, "All of these grow here in this yard, or in the cracks in the sidewalks of the neighborhood. We are so programmed to see only the big and showy, we miss a whole lot of the beauty of the world. It would take a lifetime to exhaust the photographic opportunities of this neighborhood alone."

We went back outside to look for more little plants and found, instead, a large grub who'd been cut in half. The grub was consuming itself; trying to fill up the emptiness caused by it's missing back end.