The flowers collected sunshine amidst a patch of tall grass.

I was reminded of this picture by the green stains that my light-blue jeans had collected as I had lain on my knees amidst the same patch of tall grass. The stains have signed a pact with the detergent and are no longer deterred by it.

Perhaps a Lady Macbeth like harangue is all they seek. Well, they have it:

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

p.s. Embarking on another long journey today. As usual, the blog will suffer.