A contest erupted when the first drops fell. Frantic excitement, which had been building throughout the day as the clouds swelled and the sky grayed, climaxed as the weeds let out a shrill battle cry that spread from weed to weed. Their goal was to catch as many of the precious jeweled drops of rain as they could, then successfully direct them down for safekeeping in their centers, their heart systems, their roots. Somehow the foxtails knew that this gift from the sky might not last. They knew they had to be thrifty and prepare for longer and hotter days. Their urgency grew as the need spread from plant to plant until the entire field stretched their slender leaves up towards the globes of life. The weeds that caught many globes were illuminated as their life force was magnified in the reflection of their need and resourcefulness.
Hurrah!
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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Good morning weed world.. (-:
Every morning we should rise as optimistic as a weed. Good morning!
Hi. The word that comes to mind is ‘jubilee’. Drops of rain on leaves are so beautiful and you have captured well how the weeds and water interact. Jane