It's a Matter of Prespective

Filling the picture frame as they do, you might think that these were tall, stately flowers.

But in reality, they are the teeny-tinest of spring flowers, standing not much taller than a blade of grass. 

These little blue scilla were planted by some unknown gardener back at a time when there was a house on the now vacant lot next door. Over the years, they have naturalized themselves in grass. Every spring, the otherwise ordinary lawn, is adorned with these diminutive indigo-colored stars.

I have added my own scilla bulbs as well. In my garden, they wake up the peonies in the flowerbed at the front of the house each year.

Held aloft on stems with a slight purplish hue, they make me think of little blue parasols. 

 Scilla's small contribution to spring could easily be overshadowed by taller, more showy spring bulbs. 

To truly appreciate them, you must shift your perspective a little, and stoop down to ground level.

There are none so blind as those who won't see.   English proverb