We are slowly grown, small and underfoot. We are simple and undemanding. And we are old fashioned. When a romantic moment comes upon us, we like to waltz. A slow and dignified dance is the waltz, and we can do it without stems or flowers. Our simple leaves will manage nicely to show off our sporophyte, which has gracefully reached the age of consent.
Together as a tribe, a colony, we bend and waver in the breeze. This is our only chance to rise above ground level. Inside the head at the end of the stalk is cradled our next generation, our spores. What a better dance to welcome in new life than with a dance of the ages, a dance that every generation knows and can do, regardless of ability or familiarity. One, two, three, four, travel in a box, step and glide, embrace and hold each other.
Smile, relax and move. You will do it just right. Waltz!
How is it that moss knows how to dance?
Life is full of mysteries just waiting for us to notice.
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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