There was a patch of dirt laid bare by neglect. It was nothing much to look at. Most eyes didn’t even actually “see” it, because it did not dazzle or offer anything special, and their eyes were blinded by the blankness of what it offered: potential. Because the patch of dirt was laid bare, anything could claim it. Anything could make it their own. Any promise could come true. It was only the one whose eyes could see beyond the dull brown to catch the glimmer of gold within who did not turn away.
These little golden drops saw the opportunity, the potential, the start of something… and planted themselves in a dirt patch of what was supposed to be a lush lawn. Nature has a tendency to get things her way, and this little weed is poking up its sunny blossoms to say, “That’s okay! Let nature have her way, it’ll be a better day!” I am here to stay.” There is much to admire about that, little weed. I thank you.
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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