Discounting the quality of the photography, please note that the penny is nestled among teeny, tiny blue flowers in the lawn. The blooms are smaller than forget-me-not, and how oft might I have overlooked them, I know not.
The flowers are quite exquisite, should you get close enough to examine them. Blue-violet petals, white center with yellow stamens.
We tend to ignore such specimens in favor of the much, much larger and gaudier pansies, and we are even likely to notice the dandelions in their gaudy sunshine splendor.
Yet this begs the question, why did the Creator provide such pretty yet such small beauties that they normally fall outside the range of our perception?
I fancy that I know the answer.
The elves and fairies, and perhaps the gnomes as well, live beneath the glorious blossoms of which we are so fond, never having the pleasure of their full beauty, as they are merely shade to them, the firmament, so to speak, beneath which they live.
So God has provided for them wonderful beauties, proportionate to their own size, and He has placed them at their level, such that they may enjoy them in their completeness.
So step lightly; if you were to crush the flowers, they will spring back. But above all, do not walk on the wee inhabitants for whom they were made.
It is probable that the plants I enjoyed here in the lawn
yesterday afternoon are corn speedwell. My neighbors
haven't the flowers in their lawns that I have in mine,
for they pay some guy to spread chemicals around their