Twins of intent, we support each other in our growth. Baby and I need a little touch to stay safe, to be grounded, to be sure of you and me. Together we shall grow tall and though I may stay behind you, from just another angle, I am by your side, and you by mine. Our spines touch and sometimes irritate, I must admit, but still there is the truth of nearness that is a comfort to smooth out the sharpness, like the words that can fly too fast on gusts of heated winds. My companion, my soul mate, we are paired in nature and environment. I cannot argue with the deity that placed us together so we can grow into what we shall be, because of each other. How lucky we are, my weed twin, to share the sunlight of love and and the breezes of opportunity. There is a poem in my heart and you are my mysterious muse that keeps me guessing at its meaning. I thank you, thistly weedling.
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.