The two wanderers set out early this morning, still tousled from bed, and sleepy to boot -but no one was looking and the wilds would not care – so off they went! Matching strides they hiked and enjoyed the chill of the air, the lifting fog, the cushy, rain soaked ground, and the views! The fresh air! Their energy and spirit came back to them with their exercise in the early hours. Their path wound around hills and up them too, so that at the crest, it was perfectly acceptable to stop and catch their breath and savor the view. Each time they turned around to see if they could glimpse where they had started off from, their departure spot grew smaller and smaller with every ascending step, until finally it disappeared.
The couple enjoyed the turns of the trail: sunshine and warmth in some spots, cold, damp shade in others. And then as they turned the corner to happen upon a sunny spot, a dazzling display rewarded their spirit of adventure with a spectacle of jeweled wild grass, poised to quench the thirst of fairies who might be hiding nearby.
How is it that the world can change so rapidly, when you’ve only been trekking for twenty minutes? Is there someone redrawing the scenery when we are not looking? Has the playwright added magic to today’s plot?
I believe these are questions that the weeds can answer, but somehow I know they’ll never tell!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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2 Replies to “Magic Dew Walk”
Hi. I like the idea that someone is busy drawing the next seconds as we are looking the other way. Beautiful photo and story! Jane
Hi Jane! I like how your comment puts into your own words what I was imagining. Fun thought!