The silent winter night had brought drizzle and freezing temperatures to the field of weeds. When the weather had worked its magic, frost delicately coated all the winter weeds in unison, creating a winter’s white art piece of delicate lacy designs. The iced weeds woke up wearing their new winter coats and although they were stiff, they looked around at the living art they were a part of and they were content. Geometric crystals and frozen globules were to be their uniforms. All the weed leaves played along, staying nicely with the group, putting on their best faces and demonstrating solidarity for the benefit of winter art lovers everywhere.
But one winter rye grass stalk had to stand out and be an individual. The frost had not weighted him down o’ver the night with a heavy collection of ice crystals which might have bent him under their weight. Instead he remained in his straight up growing position and was adorned with a large frozen water drop. It was a combination of the last three drizzle drops that had fallen in the night, just at the moment when the temperature hit the freezing mark. First one drop fell and adhered to the grass stalk, froze in place, and then a moment later, the second settled on the first, warmed it just enough to join it and the drop doubled in size. Simply a blink of a moment later another, the third drop settled on the first two. It also was warmer that the ones on the weed stalk, so it melted their boundaries and settled in, comfy, three drops in one.
When daylight came, the rye grass stalk looked up in anticipation of seeing the morning dawn and saw the glistening globule, the heavy drop, at his very tip top, pointed end. He was a very proud, decorated weed, and he could not wait until someone noticed.
Thank goodness I came along when I did! I drank in the beauty of the delicate display of the iced weeds and I was able to witness the iced water drop before the morning sun warmed it and freed it from its dramatic post!
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.