Escort me please, across the street. Hold my hand when the strangers pass. Guide me ’round the potholes and listen when I whisper. You are strong and I am delicate, but inside you are delicate and I am strong. I treasure your rough exterior and I see your sweet spot as you yearn, exposed and vulnerable despite your strength. As you reach out in tenderness I welcome you and become of a stronger stance so as to embrace you wholly. So that we tend to each other I shall stay forever at your side, my dear one.
Side by side, watching the birds slice across the sunset, and enjoying the gentle breezes, I could not choose a better companion, How lucky we are that this patch of dirt will enrich us both.
To weed love! We are the same, you and I.
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.