The two gals were neighbors who became fast friends. Each day they spent one pre-dawn hour together, sharing emotions, stories, companionship and motivation. Together they laughed as they walked (and sometimes jogged) the familiar streets. Their footsteps punctuated the conversations they had and gave rhythm to their thoughts. It was often the moments in between the spoken revelations of worry or delight that yielded the most fruitful rewards. Their walks became the time to think “for” the other and to prop each other up with positive outlooks for the road ahead. They gave each other strength as they shared their lives. The route they traveled became familiar and rich with inspiration.
On a sunny day about almost two years ago, I walked that same route alone, and spied a sight like the one pictured here. I saw a raggedy weed that pitted itself against the attention-getting beauty of the vibrant red roses, and that became the inspiration for my focus on weeds.
Weeds catch my eye and inspire me because there is no shortage of pluck and confidence among them. They care not that the horticulturists disdain them. Weeds are free and wild and unfettered by pruning or proper landscape conventions. They need no food nor regular watering. I am so glad that I walked with my friend down the familiar streets for many years, and so glad that the route we traveled continues to be a source of inspiration. Happy birthday to my dear friend & thank you for our walks! Here’s to more of them!
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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