Winter moves silently, using frost and snow to transform our world while we sleep. In those silent nights where snow rarely falls, frozen rain will do the trick, edging all with crystals of light. Last night, a touch of rain kissed the weeds, and the air chilled. Winter delicately coated the winter weeds with frost and painted a landscape of delicate lacy designs on green. 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, happy to be included in art of the season. Geometric crystals and frozen globules were to be their costumes! All the weed leaves played along, with good posture and dramatic emphasis, performing as a group, putting on their best faces and demonstrating solidarity for the benefit of winter art lovers everywhere.
But one stalk of rye grass had to stand out and be an individual. The frost had not weighed him down o’ver the night with a heavy set of ice crystals which could have bent him down under their weight. Instead, he remained in his upright growing position to display his sole adornment, 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. It 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. In simply a blink of a moment later, the third drop settled on the first two. It also was warmer that the ones already in position on the blade of grass, so it melted their boundaries and settled in, comfy, three drops in one.
When daylight came, the blade of rye grass awoke and looked up to see the morning dawn. He saw the glistening globule, the heavy drop, at his very tip top, pointed end and the sun’s first rays shimmered in it. 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 droplet proudly displayed, before the morning sun warmed it and freed it from its dramatic spot!
Ah, here’s to the beauty of things oft overlooked!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!
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