As I was wandering this past weekend through the local garden where I take a lot of my photos, I came across an enchanting scene. A child-sized wrought iron table and chairs were set in the shade, with a multi-colored teapot in center of the table. In the spout of the teapot was a single red, trumpet-shaped flower.
Had a child placed the flower there earlier in the day while serving tea to real or even imaginary friends? I like to think so. For a brief moment I was transported back to the days of my youth, carefree days when summers were full of dreams and exploration.
I captured this image as a reminder of the feeling of that moment, as a reminder not to let the “serious” cares of my adult life extinguish that child-like spark of innocence, sensitivity, and creativity. It is still very much a part of me, even if it struggles to find a way to express itself.
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Mike Powell 
You are an astute observer of the world around you… a sure sign that photography is your calling!
Thanks for the compliment. I’m definitely notice what’s going on around me. I’m not sure I could make a living taking photos, but I love doing it!
Love whimsy! Well said!
Thanks. Those kind of serendipitous moments make life more exciting (and interesting).
This is adorable. I like that you imagined the story of the flower in the teapot. Tea is sometimes made of flowers so that makes it even more lovely.
Thanks. I’ve been doing this blog for only a month and I’m having a lot of fun with different approaches to writing, keying off of my photos. Recently I had been featuring a lot of bugs and this was a chance to do something sweet and imaginative.