Ok, So I'm sitting here watching Parks and Recreation* so please be understanding if this post doesn't make any sense. Tonight I've eaten bagel bites and a pop tart for dinner, as I have been having some weird cravings so I'm not exactly on top of things. So much for that beach body. Which I don't understand why I was even trying to attain because I'M NOT EFFING GOING TO THE BEACH THIS SUMMER. Oh but my parents are. Without me. Anyway here are some thoughts I had a while ago.

These are just some wildflowers in a field. I saw this field just dense with these things and I had to stop and take a picture.  I absolutely love yellow flowers. Whether they're bold, purposely placed daffodils in a vase or delicate, faint weeds in some overgrown grass. I almost ran off the road a few times staring at these because it's just this dainty little blanket of yellow spread out across this tall green grass and it is such a beautiful testament to spring and the warm weather. I've never even liked spring as a season. Allergies and rain and crap. But I guess I look at it now as a prelude to summer and soon there will be trips to the drive-in theater and the lake and late nights and shitty music on the radio. Another thing about images like this is that they remind me of The Creator. I've rarely been to church at all since August. It's an uncomfortable feeling. I desperately want my faith and I'll cling to it with everything I have but it's facing some pretty string opposition. I don't think that I could ever doubt the existence of a creator though. And in the face of awe-inspiring nature, it seems as though creation is deeply cared for and loved. If a few weeds can paint a hillside with their color and be considered beautiful then maybe I can find beauty in other things as well. I'll try to remember this blanket of yellow when a blanket of yellow pollen covers my car, stops up my nose and makes me curse nature.

sidebar: I just realized that's spelled like re-creation. Huh. Waddya know.