The treasure of gold and rubies, housed deep within the castle walls glowed with the warmth of fires burning brightly to fend off hunger and winter’s chill. Gazing upon it made the children cheery and hopeful. It reddened their cheeks even though their stomachs were growling because it fed them hope. If there was something in the world that could be so beautiful and valuable, then something good could come their way as well. The weeds watched as the children delighted in the rays of wealth given off by the treasure, but the weeds noticed also, the guards who stood watch and kept separate, the masses from the trove.
Humble yet prudent, the weeds knew that their cousins, wheat and corn, would be the real treasure for the people, so they rustled their stalks and dropped seed pods in trails that lead to the fields. A hungry child, growing weary of his obstructed views of the gold and rubies, looked aside to notice the waypoints of alluring seeds that danced like kites in the wind, and the star shaped markers that invited him to follow their path. His curiosity was snared and the child wandered away from the hard shiny treasure to one that grew in the fields and could sustain life. His good mother followed and was gladdened by her child’s good fortune. Quietly she gathered the grainy treasure in her arms to spread its wealth to those who needed it. The people worked hard to keep their treasure safe, for it could protect them and give them a richer life.
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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