Jaci Dawn

I find that most people do not pay attention to the little things.

I don’t mean the little things like the molehills we make into mountains in our lives.

I mean the teeny, tiny wonderful things like what grows in the cracks of the bricks.

Oh, sure – we see it there. And our first impulse is to get the hose and use a powerful spray of water to get rid of the moss before it weakens the mortar.

But we don’t bend in and peer closely to really see the moss.

There’s an entire forest of spores growing there.

There are so many colors there! The tiny thread-like shadows and the gossamer white hairs!

Instead of stopping and smelling the roses, maybe we should stop and examine the spores.

Or not.

(At least I didn’t take a photo of goose poop, which is what my walking partner thought I was doing when I stopped to snap these photos! Aren’t you grateful?)