Things are pretty quiet these days at my favorite nature spot. The other day I was feeling a bit dejected as I walked the shoreline, hoping to find....well, whatever I would find. I always treat these daily walks as explorations with no goal in mind. Just see what I'll see. But I always hope to see wildlife. And I usually wish that I lived up on Lake Erie.
Because of the wind, the waves in the small reservoir were extremely choppy. This gave me a feeling that I actually was at the Lake. To complete the picture, a group of Herring Gulls began to congregate, giving me hope that I would get a nature picture, but most were too far out of camera range.
But something else caught my eye...a glimmer bounced up from the ground. A brief ray of sun had hit a shard of green glass.
Again, I was reminded of a favorite place on the Lake where I always find lake glass, sometimes called "sea glass" or "beach glass". No matter what moniker it goes by, it is simply pieces of glass, broken by the waves and polished by the sand as it gets washed ashore. It has no control over where it will land, but after being tossed about in stormy waters, the glass becomes transformed from "litter" to "value", as it is highly sought after by jewelry makers. I just put my collection in a vase.
I did not take the "emerald" that day; I left it to its fate (hoping that it would get pulled back in the water and given a proper polish).
My brief encounter with the faux emerald made me feel transformed, too, that I have value here in farm country.
Marcheta *green with envy