Sometimes it is the littlest of the flowers that strike me as the most beautiful and interesting. In this informal English Garden, flowers have been allowed to grow wild in a section reserved just for them. Even the crow gets to enjoy the walk – and the bees and other insects buzz around like they are in a candy store. I’ve always had a soft spot for very dainty and delicate flowers… little bursts of discreet joy that many don’t notice, preferring the ostentatious displays of larger and more commonly adored blooms. To see so many little ones blossom like fireworks brings forth all kinds of joy from the ground. And the biggest things sometimes come from the smallest means.