My top is broken off. Severed frills, gone. Dainty blossoms no longer catch the breeze. Fan shaped leaves are still, trampled on the ground. I stand strong as a testament to my purpose and belief. My stalk is a reminder to myself that I will grow again and weather all storms, for I can do nothing other than regenerate and be true to my nature.
Strength is beauty.
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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I am inspired by things that grow in the ground and blow in the wind. I like to play in the dirt, especially when planting something, and can talk to trees. I like to look closely at things that at first seem small, insignificant, dried out, or contrary. Weeds may not welcome me with swollen blossoms, but the visual treasure they offer up, are well worth a look. Do you agree? I hope that these images of the oft-overlooked pest of our gardens and yards may give to you some delight, hope, or a new thought to make your daily journey just a little bit more inspired.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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