“Work hard my dear, and you will feel proud when at last you rest and look up at the sky. The sun will warm your skin, but within, in your heart of hearts, there will be a fire that does not die out. All you need do is keep feeding, stoking, tending the fire of good will and honest purpose.” Do you hear the weed blossoms whisper wisdom to you? Do you recognize their voices?
I do. Thank you weeds!
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.