Ahhh, spring. It’s heaven for me. We’re a few days officially
into it, and I am so grateful. I get
excited about the small things when warm weather hits; like tan legs, not
having to lug a coat everywhere I go, and sipping on rum poolside. I also get a
little geeked out over my flowers and vegetables. I’ve walked the perimeter of
my house at least half a dozen times to check the progress of my precious
little perennials peeking through the cool black dirt I’ve been blessed with. Yesterday
afternoon I spent my hours building a raised garden bed to try my hand and tomatoes,
peppers, and cucumbers-- maybe a melon or two.
As I gathered bricks from my “you just never know” pile, humming an unknown melody, planning an impromptu drainage system worthy of agrarian history for my 4x10 garden bed, I noticed something breathtaking—sporophytes. Ya know sporophytes. Those lovely little jewel green tendrils that rise up from a velvet bed of moss to spill forth their spores and procreate; a gorgeous little patch of moss and its sporophytes rising up from my 100 year old brick.
I always say my humble cottage is a sanctuary filled with
good vibes and love. I’m pretty sure the moss in my backyard making babies is a
testament to the love and gratitude found there. If you look closely, there’s
even a heart-shaped piece of debris nestled in there. So here’s my sporophytes.
Here’s my love and gratitude summed up
in an image, macro and beautiful, a bit reminiscent of foreign landscape. Miracle babies growing from brick. Enjoy. Love. Be grateful.
