Hippy Weed of the Field

I want to dance in a field with daisies in my hair. I’ll wear a peasant blouse, my long paisley skirt and ribbons round my ankles and wrists. Blow some bubbles, fly a kite, kiss my beau, burn some incense, follow my muse, sing, dance and throw our hands up into the air! Spring excites even a weed bouquet that has long since flowered and now dried in the delighted state of reminiscence.

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.

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