The sky is heavy, the clouds are low, the umbrella is in the car. Rain has been forecast, and we all wait for it. I can smell it even! But the clouds are delivering rain to a different address, and according to their own schedule. They pay no attention to me whatsoever. Lucky that this weed did get a little drizzle today and is sparkling with jewels of water and light in anticipation of a deluge later.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.