These are baby tumbleweeds. They grow brilliant with green and red spirited streaks, hinting at their future wild ambition and wanderlust. They grow tall in youth, full of promise and well suited to springiness. Untamed, they look so different from the amazing creatures they will become later in life yet their essence is the same.
When a tumbleweed tumbles, it is easy to imagine that a wild animal is trapped inside, locomoting the giant sphere of imprisoning thorns along the road as the mouse, or possum or rabbit tries desperately to escape. But there is no escape, for the tumbleweed never lets go and just continues its wild tumble until it can tumble no more. If you opened up a tumbleweed, you wouldn’t free a wild animal from its globular trap, you would look instead upon the heart of a history of bending and buckling that is the wild essence of baby tumbleweeds always trying to break free and grow straight. We hold our essence in our center too, and it tries always to grow straight, but sometimes we learn how to roll with the punches and go for a joyful, awakening tumble ride.
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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Thank you, 7th Heaven. You are the first today!
Nonoymanga – you are # 2! Congrats! I loved your recent story by the way… the river rescue story. It was compelling.
Hi. This is my learning of the day. When we lived out west, I loved the tumbleweeds, but never knew ‘who’ they came from. Thanks!!! Jane
Thank you Jane! I’ll share your comment with my mom (87 years old) who will get a kick out of influencing the internet. I sincerely enjoy your comments. Your site is beautiful – such a warm and welcoming blend of photography, art and poetry! Lovely!