Dewdrops

Let your life lightly dance on the edge of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Rabindranath Tagore,
Indian poet, novelist, philosopher

Is it the dew, the condensation of moisture on a humid morning, that accumulates in a little transparent bubble on a leaf, or, is a left-behind gift from a rain shower, vanishing in a gusty sqall line of wind and energy, letting in the sunlight — this tiny droplet of water on a flower’s stem?

What is contained within this miniature universe of reflected images from the world beyond those little round orbs of crystal-clear water? What grand and marvelous objects of delight briefly reside within these ephemeral watery globes?

Sparkling in the sunlight, these rain and dewdrops become miniature mirrors. I wonder if it is the flowers who see their own beauty reflected back at them, or, whether my imaginings are merely mirrors of myself and my limited knowledge. What do the flowers really see in the dewdrops? And when will the ladybug sip the dew?

Dewdrops:

Shi

January 26, 2002

Quite lovely this one. I will now look at dewdrops in a new way.

Semele

Cool link – was interesting to note that Steve Terrill is from Oregon as am I. 🙂

Edelweis

These pictures are a real treasure. I am so glad for your entry and for sharing this with us! Thank you very much Oswego! And the words you write and especially your last paragraph are so wonderful!!!

Dew drops are so precious because they are gone in a midst by mid morning, and they await the new dawn for rebirth again. Great entry, Oswego. I really like the way you think about nature. You see what we all wish we could see. With your help, we can see nature in a whole new way. Love,

forever in motion

Well, I looked at all the pictures in the links and now I think I’m going to place my camera in the driveway and run over it with my car 😉 xxoo,

Freewind

January 27, 2002

I love the way a dewdrop looks on the petal of a flower, Oswego…a tiny little window, reflecting the sunlight and magnifying the delicate structure of the petal. Such a beautiful entry, my friend.

Your note(s) inspired me…I want to write up my visits to Atkinson’s Mill, must find my notes. Met the whole (current) family and it felt like home. Oh, wait. Everywhere I go feels like home. Well, you know what I mean 😉 And – I’m missing those lemon pepper wings 😉 xxoo,

Hi O, finally getting to set up my diary here. Thank you for your kind note. I’ll be around, though probably not much in February till daughter gets moved (next door) and I get my little office back! I changed my name here to simply “Anna”. Be back. Love,

I hate to admit that I’ve never examined dew drops very closely or even given them much thought.. Now I have a new appreciation for them. Thanks.

GeekPoet

February 3, 2002

when i was really young I used to imagine what it’d be like to have a whole world exist and thrive in a dew drop, or an air bubble, etc. I’d wonder how we’d know if we weren’t really in one. And, if so, what if someone came along and flicked us off the leaf, even if accidentally while walking, our whole existance wiped out by a kid on his way to school . . .

Smiling at this…the last photograph is truly amazing.