WeedImageoftheDay

Running Up That Hill


In Pursuit

In Pursuit Of Magic

My heels are dug in, my heart is racing, pounding in my chest, my eyes are trained on the goal ahead. I hear birds sing with joy as they swoop and dip in the air over this hill. On my mark, get set, GO! I take in a gulp of frosty air and explode up from my crouching position. Up and over the frozen weeds I fly, racing to the top of the hill towards what may lay on the other side. It is just an ordinary morning but I have imagined a great undiscovered destination on the other side of the crest, and I want to be the first to see it!

Bunnies who’d been hiding among the tumbleweeds hear me approach, way too fast for their comfort, and off they dash, slipping through the holes in the fence, eager to get away. Small sparrows leave behind the spilled seeds on the ground and they scatter into the air, away from my pursuit. My breath clouds in front of me and adds mystery to the scene. I could be in ancient times and once I crest the hill perhaps I’ll happen upon the camp of a traveling Nordic prince, or a band  of soldiers from the south, or maybe a troupe of dancers headed to the next village!

Magic?

Giddy with laughter and out of breath, I reach the top and look around me. I am in the same time, of course. And the houses that have always been there, still are, and the fences and the farm equipment as well. No matter that they are familiar, the morning frost has transformed what lies before me into a magical land with visual treasures just for my eyes.  Everything has been coated with delicate geometric shapes of ice and has thus been changed. I gave myself a delicious thrill today by entertaining the notion that something else might be at hand to be discovered, and it was FUN!!! What a wonderful place the imagi-nation is to travel in. I think I’ll come back another day!

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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This entry was published on January 3, 2013 at 6:06 pm. It’s filed under Beauty, Dreams, frost, grass, ice, Journey, Joy, laughter, Nature, New Year, Photography, Project 365, Rye Grass, Weeds, winter and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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