

If I were an artist, like Andy Goldsworthy, I would make some amazing temporary art-work with their tiny forms. The way they studded the grass was remarkable, and I'm sure they could be worked into a spiral or a heart or some other intricate construction.

I love the little red centres in the fragile green hearts. I think they would make amazing handmade paper for wedding invitations and the like.
But I don't have these sorts of skills. I think of the ideas but can only admire others for their practical implications.
So I look and I take pictures and I imagine. And all of these imperceptible pleasures make me happy.
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