Flower Power

I rose early this morning to bathe my addled brain in something yellow for a Monday post. I thought I would snap a photo of a Bend, Oregon sunrise. Instead like a hungry honey bee, I lit on these small yellow native flowers. I was struck by their star-like pattern and realized also they looked like little gingerbread people. Then they reminded me of propellers on boats or planes. I suppose if they were white they were the shape of snowflakes or if clear like raindrops splatting on the pavement. How amazing it is how often in nature shapes are reflected and repeated in something else large or small, fluid or solid. In any case, it was a morning when these soft, fragrant jewel-like clusters left me with a sense of awe.