Each week, I water my air plants.
( Yes, you're right. That statement does sound entirely oxymoronic. But it's true. Air plants need a weekly soak or spritzing, and I like to give mine a long, luxurious bath.)
And when I pick them up, I hold the ethereal lightness of each one in my fingertips and marvel at their:
mysteriously muted shades of green and grey,
geometrically precise stems,
impossibly delicate tendrils,
and totally wacky, utterly unique personalities.
And I find myself wondering, which is the bigger miracle - that God put such a fascinating creation into my hand, or that Dr Seuss conjured their likeness into the colorful tufts of his Truffula Trees.