Out of the Mud
Out of the mud I rose, and spread my arms wide to embrace my role in life. Open and honest, I am a weed. I have a job and I do it well, without fanfare or cultivation. I’m blue collar. Others respect my honesty and so I get a lot of visitors who know I will not turn them away. Spiders traverse my outer reaches, neighbor weed seeds alight on my leaves and tarry for a visit, fibers seem to seek me out. I got flattened yesterday in a rain storm that dripped and plopped and glopped down messily on me. But that’s okay ‘cus I’m gonna pick myself up and keep on growing up and up and out. Nobody needs to tend me, prune me or feed me. I’m good on my own.
How funny it is that YOU stopped by, but it’s rather nice to be appreciated once in a while. So thank you! Please don’t be offended if I don’t put on airs or preen for you. It’s just not in my nature. I am a weed!
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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