Gems of Wondrous Brightness

 

Beau and I came through the gate and the sun was trying to show us the jewels on the ground.

I took him inside came back out with my cell phone and when I went inside and showed Bob what I was photographing, He said, I see that every day, so what. It's just moss. Why do you want photos of it.

THE Standard answer from a woman to a man who asked it, is

If You Have to Ask, never mind.

That very day Ginny has a post on Let Your Light Shine, with this poem. It says it all.

There are gems of wondrous brightness.

Ofttimes lying at our feet,

And we pass them, walking thoughtless,

Down the busy, crowded street.

If we knew, our pace would slacken,

We would step more oft with care,

Lest our careless feet be treading

To the earth some jewel rare.

Rudyard Kipling