Explore - Perfect

Perfect, what is perfect, what in my life would I not want to change.
I love where I live. I love the fact that I can open my back gate and walk out into the lane. The hedgerow, the trees, the birds, all call to me inviting me to seek out what is there. I cross the main road and into the back lane proper, this is my way of going food shopping, an enjoyable half hour or more stroll clicking away with my camera.
What is perfect in the plants and birds I photograph, probably nothing and yet everything. I love the images I capture. The feeling that God has planted them there for me to find. That He is walking with me showing me his treasures.
This photo I took on the 11th of this month. A wild oat, I think, just a single plant, by the side of a wall. It caught my eye and of course the eye of my camera. To me, perfect.

Or this one the seed heads of Meadowsweet look how they curl, perfect.

or maybe this the centre of an ox eye daisy, see how the florets are concentric, perfection itself.

I found a quotation that made me smile

No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers. ~Author Unknown

And finally a story that Scrapdolly put on her blog sometime ago, it shows that perfection is not always the best thing

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'

The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'

'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding..

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!