Sometimes, deep down in the unkempt maze of grass, clover and other ground cover that we may mindlessly meander across, there may be jewels as lovely as any that man has cut and polished. They come in an array of sizes, all rounded, arriving with the coolness of mists and fogs and leaving with the warmth of sunlight. Out-of-sight, minuscule and transient, they are enjoyed only by getting down amongst them, really close, "in the weeds" so to speak. But a few minutes of bending, kneeling or even lying prone at their level brings about a peaceful, mindful sense - as wondrous as marveling at a huge, ancient oak tree, but on different scale. Passersby might think you're wacko lying there in the morning grass, but they're transient too.
