And truly the most abundant in our backyard.
As annoying as this weed is, I do find it most unusual. A weed or a flower? A seed or a shower of them? A part of child-hood, and a part of Spring. Maybe even a thriving example of the most copious life cycle.
Whether they are annoying or beautiful, I do not know.
And that is why I deem them – The Most Interesting Weed in the World.
I think you must answer…
When walking by our big window, I noticed the cat notice some back-yard birds. She rushed to the window sill and crouches for the attack. Pretty sure, she forgot about that thing called glass. I laughed at her and then looked to see what visitors we had.
And there he/she sat. All prim and proper in the holly bush. For this post and lack of bird anatomy, I will call her she. As SHE was very dainty, and soft. She seemed to enjoy the soft rain. I wanted to go get my camera, but I knew as soon as I did she would fly off.
But she didn’t.
It’s been raining here. And when, I walk from the office to the kitchen. There she is. Enjoying the rain. I didn’t see her get throaty or sing-song. She seemed fairly quiet for a mockingbird. She didn’t seem to mind when the dogs were let out or I peeked at her from the window.
I made a Bob-White whistle and she dove into the bushes. Only to emerge after checking to see if the coast was clear. I guess she met one too many of those fellas.
So this was our rainy day excitement. A little Northern Mockingbird visit.
Isn’t she sweet?
The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.
-Dalai Lama
Funny thing happened in the midst of our break-in troubles. I had my notstolen camera and carried it through the house taking photographs. Then, I went out into the yard and looking about I spotted two big pieces of glass towards the back fence.
Someone had to have hauled butt to get from the broken window to the back of the yard. Fleeing so quickly they don’t even notice the big chunks of glass they carried with them.
These clues helped us figure out the robber fled from the house out the backyard. Right behind us is a small section of woods that lead to a main street. Jason heard a “crunching” sound when he was checking out the neighbor’s yard. A sound of someone walking through the brush.
It helped us make sense of things. Someone stayed in the car as lookout. Someone in the house had contact with the lookout. When we pulled up, the lookout had them exit in a hurry. So much of a hurry, they didn’t even go back to the car, but out the woods to a busy street. When the lookout car pealed out. He must have picked them up later.
Explains why we didn’t actually see a body inside or out.
Those pieces of glass pieced a few things together. And when you are trying to make sense of the senseless, anything you can grasp onto can help.
I’m standing there staring at these chunks of glass and I look to the right of them. There I see a gorgeous bloom. So much color, strength, and joy. Our rose-bush is blooming.
I saw that perfect rose as a sign. Fear gripped us. Despair shook us. But still, the beauty shined through. There is goodness when you look for it.
We were blessed by so many things that went right, and not wrong. Our goodness lie in the soil and I could appreciate that even in the midst of our turmoil.
Are you finding your goodness? It is my hope that you do.
Once upon a time, a land gave birth to a tree, a tree gave birth to a forest. A forest gave birth to a park. And the park became a National Monument that welcomes many visitors near and far for over 100 years.
I got to visit this amazing place. I touched these majestic giants. I breathed the same air as these century old woods. I tried to imagine living on this land one hundred and fifty million years ago amongst more than two million acres of coastal redwood and sequoia trees. Can you imagine?
Now, not so many are left. But you can be sure, they are doing all the can to preserve these living reminders of what endurance is all about.
They endured the invasion of people. They endured the threat of earthquakes and fires. They endured the booming logging industry and the many that cut their ancestors down.
And now, they endure to bring splendor to those small enough to look upon their greatness.
Muir Woods.
Click on any photo to take a walk through space and time.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
John Muir
I hope you enjoyed this lovely, enduring place. Check out other entries of endurance at the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Endurance.
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