Bud. It’s a small word that practically explodes with meaning. Definitions abound!
Bud: A name or nickname. Bud Cort. “Bud,” Rudy’s friend on The Cosby Show.
Bud: Friend. Also, “buddy.”
Bud: Marijuana. “I found him outside, smoking some bud.” I don’t tend to hang out in circles that use the word this way, just so you know. I discovered that usage this morning while doing the kind of intensive research you can expect from this blogger.
Bud: A compact growth on a plant that develops into a leaf, flower, or shoot. Let’s focus (ha ha) on this one.
I took my long-distance zoom lens off the camera this morning and exchanged it for the regular kit lens. For weeks and weeks I’ve been wandering around looking for birds, who tend to fly away if you get too close. But when I fix my eyes on things that are far away, I tend to miss the things that are near, things that I can walk right up to with my camera and get close-ups of, things which neither move, nor fear me. Hence, buds.
Have you ever thought about how amazing buds are? Or, moving farther back, the seeds from which they came? Seeds plus air, sunshine, dirt and water turn into incredibly diverse plants which feed us, shelter us, clothe us, and beautify our world. When you go out for your walk today, look for buds – microcosms of the adult plants and fruits that they will become. Look and be thankful for the great God of the universe who plants seeds and brings forth buds – in the soil and in our souls.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning while contemplating all the things that are budding in my life.
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