My bulrushes appear to have been transformed, right before my very eyes. Once they were locked up tight, with the cold air of winter.
Now I find them with a new texture. A makeover, if you will, brought on by the warmer weather. The bulrushes have grown beards, like old men!
Soon, I know, they will change again. All of this fluff and stuff will scatter in the wind. Old will make way for new. Ah, well – so goes the cycle of life.
This is my pic/post of my bulrushes a few weeks ago: