Nature does go about its business expeditiously. Each flowering plant gets its slot during the year. Even now, before the grass is green and leaves have developed, seeds are being made.
At least I think those are catkins. I am not sure what sort of tree is producing those.
Catkins, or aments, are surprising things, a variation on flowers basically. Most folks are unaware of them. Many are wind-blown, as are these. Birch produce catkins, those long drooping things, looking like a soft dull green/brown pine cone.
Right now I am looking to nature to find hope for this world and for lessons of the cycles of life. But yet, I worry. All of this is so delicate, the process, I mean, and how nature has spent millions of years finding that balance.
Ah, Balance, Balance, Balance.
Do I sound like Chance the Gardner? “As long as the roots are not severed, all is well. And all will be well in the garden.”
How is your balance? What simple but profound insight do you have for today?