The fence cut across the hill, running straight and true. The weeds however, flowed with the curves of the hill. They softened the dips and concealed the gopher holes. They added lyrical waves of motion to their piece of ground. The fence always felt strong compared to the weeds, but also sort of alone. You can only be proud of yourself for so long if you are lonely. The fence noticed how the weeds communed with each other, how they touched. They reached out for a hug and then stretched backwards again, to give each other space. Close, then not too close. In & out. Breathing. Alive.
This weed dancing troupe of friends became familiar with the fence, as it was solid, and always steady. They began to rely on it for support when the winds were fierce, and even for shelter when the mowers threatened. It was safer by the fence. In a special dance of thanks today, the weeds danced with the fence, breathing in and out of the spaces it created and bowing through the diamonds into new air on the other side. The weed dancers allowed the fence to show them the other side, where the grass is not always greener, but where there is more beauty in contrast and togetherness. The troupe grew today and the fence became a bridge, not a barrier.
A weed needs a lot of room to roam, and no fence was ever built that could stop a weed from growing and dancing and spreading good vibes!
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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2 Replies to “Don’t Fence Me In”
Your short stories are the best…….
Thank you Aina! My imagination appreciates the exercise, and I appreciate your kind words!