I used to hate this clown's embroidery as its stitches are so flawed, however nowadays I believe that it's perfect in its imperfection, perfect as a memory.

The seeds of this flower were accidentally washed in the washing machine, however they managed to sprout. I often carry home  some seeds that I pick up along the way in my  pockets but not every single seed is able to germinate. Wish we could  have an ability to grow a whole new planet with its animal inhabitants and plants, whole new, pristine and untouched.

  that is the hardest thing to do