What does the word ‘fray’ mean to you? This is the question we are asked by John for the Weekly Photo Challenge.
When I think of the word fray I tend to think of an actual fray, as in ‘going into the fray‘, described thus at dictionary.com:
Then I discovered that ‘fraying‘ is what a male deer does when it rubs up against a bush or small tree with its head in order to remove the velvet from its newly formed antlers, or to mark territory during the rut. I love it when I learn something new like that!
Apart from the most obvious meaning of ‘fray’ as in loose threads and the worn ends of a rope, on a metaphorical note, I’ve felt a little ‘frayed’ around the edges lately.
A bit like my poor garden thanks to an invasion of snails and slugs
My hollyhocks didn’t escape either:
With summer beginning to pull the covers over its head and autumn knocking on the door, the natural cycle of some of my roses and stocks
is coming to an end:
Yet even in the ‘fray’ beauty sparkles as sunlit-strewn raindrops scatter like diamonds across a simple spider’s web, shimmering with joyful abandon ignoring the inevitable decay:
As I walked through my garden this morning, a little battered after recent rainfall, I took heart in all that is good in the world. The ‘fray’ is a tough place to enter but when we come out the other side, we are lit up once more, darkness descends and so we carry on.
And it is beautiful.