From the earth we came and to the earth we shall return. And in the meantime, we hang around and cling to earth as long as we can. We draw strength from the elements at our feet. We gauge the seasons from the moistness or dryness of the soil. A fissure betrays forces at work far far underground, forces that release pressure to keep us all standing up straight and tall.
And when you look closely, very closely at the earth, there is so much to see. Pebbles, chips of bone, seeds, leaves, rabbit droppings, insect parts, straw, sticks, decomposed organic matter that only a microscope could identify…so much and more. One little piece of “debris” does not measure up to much on its own, but combine it with like minded bits. soil, sun and pressure, and you have earth.
Those of us that grow in the soil, love it and depend on it. We cling ferociously to it with all our might. Our strength helps to keep it in place and the earth is grateful for our efforts. We grow from tender greens to golden brown stalks and still we hold tight until we at last become scented papery thin potpourri that crunches nicely underfoot. Our last act is to give back to the earth parts of ourselves. All is good and beautiful in the dirt!
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.