The boulders had lain at the foot of the mountains for almost as long as it had been at the top of the mountains. It had been ages ago that volcanic action forced the mountains to rip apart and this boulder to topple down the side of the granite to tumble to stop in a ravine and split in two. For many thousands of years the two parts of the boulder stood next to each other, eternal companions.
They waited side by side through seasons of winter and spring, through snows and rains and months of hot baking sunny days. They saw many things together and they soaked it all in. Slowly, over a period of many years they became aware of the cycle of life around them. They recognized the trees that had started out as saplings and which now towered over them mightily. They watched the shadows dance across the ravine and up the sides of the mountains when the suns angle changed with the seasons.
The small things around them began to grow in between the boulders and alongside them. The boulders began to welcome the soft caress of grasses, the burrowing closeness of invasive roots and the invigorating music played when the wind rustled the dried stalks of tumbleweed and bristly ox tongue and wild flowers.
The boulders had been in the same spot for eons but the yearly changes and visitors of each new spring made every moment one in which change became possible and “wonder” became a welcome eternal companion.
I shall hold your hand in mine as we share the thrills of this eternal ride.
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.