Not at all sure what this is, about an inch long, a kind of grass, I think. It looks like a cob of corn with each kernel sporting a microscopic flower almost like corn which puts out a tassel, the end of each “string” being the stigma. This picture was taken at the neighbor’s at the hermitage. He said he loves to see these pictures as they seem to make each tiny flower the most important thing in the world. And it is, of course, since this is Jesus giving his good mom a flower. Each one. I love that. Whatever they are. Wherever they are. However they be. They all speak of the glory of the God, the majesty of the Creator, the joy of the Son of God surprising His mother yet again with a gift.
Our souls, so seemingly insignificant in “grand scheme of things” are, instead, noted closely, individually, by God, who says that even the hairs of our head have been counted. Indeed. And they are noted all the more when we bow our heads in reverence before God, right? Kind of like that “flower” in the picture above.