Sunday, July 15, 2012

Catching the Dew



Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.
                               --Rabindranath Tagore

I keep several strawberry plants, 
but not because of any illusions that our few plants hiding half in the shade
and crowded by a gangling stevia plant and some rosemary
will ever produce a large crop of sweet, juicy berries.
No, they are planted because they remind us of family.
My husband's mother always grew strawberries when he was a boy,
as did my parents and grandparents.

I harvested some herbs yesterday morning before the heat set in
and the chirring of insects still filled the air.
And I saw something I had never seen before, 
and it was stunning in its simplicity.

The fringed edges of the strawberry leaves 
held clear and perfect drops of dew:

Perhaps this is the origin of the candlewick pattern.
Regardless, it is amazing what a little dew can do.
Of course, Gibran said it more eloquently:

For in the dew of little things 
the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

A nice thought for greeting a summer Sunday.
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