**This blog is dedicated to my mom who taught me everything I know about beauty.**
The rains of winter have yeilded some of Crete’s finest masterpieces to grace the meadows and mountains of this area. What are weeds to some, are wildflowers to others. It all depends on how you look at it. The fields around our house are covered with color and invite the photographer’s eye to feast on the variety of flora before the farmer’s plow arrives.
Taking a leisurely walk through the back feilds with my trusty camera in hand (and my trusty hounddog on-leash … OK, mostly off-leash) always proves to be rewarding.
An outing with a knowledgable botanist as a guide took us up into the mountains above the village of Spili into a high meadow where the wild tulips and orchids were prolific and stunning.
The tulips boasted their presence with their mass in color but the orchids were much more elusive. These shy little flowers were easily hidden from the untrained eye and very easily crushed underfoot if we didn’t tread lightly. I was surprised to learn that there are thousands of varieties of orchids and the Cretan variety are sought after by flower enthusiasts from all over the world. Just like cloud shapes, each orchid is so unique in its detail that everyone sees something different. What do you see?
A baby with big ears?
A Greek man with a white beard?
An angel holding a star?
Every square foot of ground held some treasure if you stopped long enough and focused in on the miniature world below you.
Crete in the springtime is beautiful and whether you see it from the macro-view…
…or the micro-view…
…God’s handiwork is truly amazing. I am reminded of an old hymn I learned as a child:
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens, each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings.