The Blues...
I've got the blues--not the sad kind, nor musical. Although, this kind makes my heart sing; I've got the blues of a different kind: bluets.
Honestly, bluets have to be one of the most difficult flowers to capture on camera. Diminutive doesn't adequately describe the size of these tiny flowers. And when photographing them, ugly weeds photobomb the shot. I love bluets all the same and keep trying to capture their charm like chasing a little leprechaun.
Other states brag about their massive stands of blue flowers: Virginia bluebells and Texas bluebonnets.
"Whadayahave?" Bluebells, bluets, or bluebonnets?
Georgia has bluets.
We don't brag about our rough and rugged lawns filled with bluets. They give us away because bluets grow in compacted, acidic soil. You won't find them in lush cultivated lawns, with boring, straight blades of grass.
"Whadayahave?"
If not massive stands of blue flowers, we have the Varsity. Locals know what I'm talking about. Chili dogs with a Frosty 'O' and onion rings to die for--literally. There's something worth bragging about.
What? You've never been to the Varsity? You've never heard of the Varsity?? No one ever asked you, "Whadayahave?"
Now there's a reason for the blues of a sad kind.
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