Showing posts with label Psalm 32:1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psalm 32:1. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Spanish Moss

The ethereal qualities of Spanish moss found in the south is all a part of our charm.

 
Here, the trees appear to be wearing crystals, thanks to the afternoon sun.

But this lovely plant, though it cannot kill a tree, does bring harm. It can slow its growth by cutting off the sunlight from the leaves and branches. It makes the tree less wind resistant, a danger for storms.
And since I've been on a roll with yucky posts-I'll add that three types of bats really like this stuff. Along with certain snakes and rats. They love to hide in its cover. Gross, huh? Now how 'bout that Southern charm? No wise cracks.

But there is good. Moss has been used for mattresses, car seat padding, mulch and more.

 So what's a refined, cultured person supposed to think about moss? I say, look from a distance and take pictures, but don't let it grow on your trees, ya'll hear?

"How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered!" Psalm 32:1

What things do I have growing or hiding in me, yet is in plain view of God's eyes? How blessed to be forgiven.

Photo:karenevans