While he sniffed and marked and looked at things, I had more time to look around, too. I noticed the most beautiful flowers on my block. Like an entire flower bed filled with this one variety of blush-creamy rose:
A fat, round little cactus, pushing its glorious blossoms between the bars of a fence:
Bachelor's Buttons (for some reason, I didn't think these could grow in Southern California):
Tiny little yellow flowers spangling the grass and clover, each blossom no more than 1/4 inch across:
A stunning purplish-blue-and-white Bearded Iris:
A succulent, with the most intriguing, ratchet-y edges to its outer leaves:
While I admired some daisies that, on one plant, ran the gamut from bright white to purple and every tint in between:
Nasturtiums, in traffic-cone orange and caution-sign yellow:
Before I knew it, we were back at our front gate. It was lovely, taking time to stop and admire all the flowers.
Thank you, Won Ton, for making me slow down and enjoy what was right under our noses.