Little Blue-eyes!

I was a tad out of sorts today for some odd reason.  It seemed that I was frustrated at myself for not accomplishing all that I wanted to have done by this point in the season.  So...I took it out on the poor weedeater!  Whenever I get this way, I grab that thing and start cutting!  Today, I put it to good use in the Rose Garden turned Herb Garden.  With all of the rainy, warm weather we have had as of late, the weeds had taken over most of the area.  I whacked them all down to the ground!

While I was in full swing with that cutting machine, I noticed something that stopped me in my tracks!  A tiny flower brought a halt to the cutting!  In the midst of the weeds was...another weed!  But this one was pretty! As usual, this called for a photo-session!  I am beginning to wonder about my sanity each time that I am crawling around on the ground in search of a minute posy!  This time, though, was different!  The objects of my interest was Little Blue-eyes!  Back years ago, I (like most other youngsters) used to pick bouquets of these for Mom and Grandmother!  I was never reprimanded for picking as many of the lovely flowers as I wanted!  Unbeknownst to me, these things were weeds and I was doing every adult a large favor by pulling them from the grass.  Both Mom and Grandmother would ooh and aah over my lovely bouquets and would always find some tiny bottle to display them.  Yep...I did the same thing when my kids were small!  I believe these flowers are some sort of rite of passage for every kid..and every mom.

Now, I have no idea the true name of the plant as I am pulling on memories for this one.  Every time I would hand a bouquet of the flowers..err..weeds to one of the lovely ladies, they would always gush over the "Little Blue-eyes"!  Works for me!  So Little Blue-eyes will always be the name of the grass flowers that have bloomed in abundance this spring!  I almost hated to cut them..almost.  I think tomorrow when I head out the gate to cut some more, I will pick myself a little cluster...just for old time's sake.