Fleabane is a favorite of mine. I admire the adaptability of this plant (or weed as many would refer to it), which manages to grow in the most unwelcoming of places. The clusters of flowers are so cheerful and expressive. They always call to mind wild-haired children tumbling over each other with laughter.
This practically weightless little golden spiral (maybe remains of fern sprout?) has left its mark on the pond. You can see the circular indentation in the ice. I’m fascinated that something so small and light could make such an impact. The backdrop, in case it is difficult to make out, is frozen bubbles captured beneath the surface of the pond.