The Gesture

The insignificant weed flower grew in the grass, shadowed by sycamores and sheltered by the Art Building at the University. What people noticed most about the quad were the salmon colored walls of learning and the modern art sculptures that had weathered fads and semesters of students who moved quickly, fingering brushes and easels with paint stained hands. The art students rarely noticed the geeky little flower or its clover companions. There were projects and friendships and deadlines to occupy the brilliant minds in training that passed by.

This little weed flower treasured its placement in the art quad. It felt lucky to have been plunked down in this colorful spot, to be a part of the art scene and it liked to watch the intense students as they strove purposely by. The weed flower wished the students well – it wanted them to “breathe” a moment and enjoy the peaceful setting, so when the breeze cooperated, the weed flower waved a petal or two in greeting to the students. Once in a while the wave hit its mark and a student paused to look around and stop for a moment. Sometimes even then the weed flower went unseen, but it grinned, knowing its greeting had done some good.

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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4 Replies to “Tentative Wave”

  1. Good morning, Aina! Bog water stained hands…I am intrigued indeed…could there be a mystery lurking?….

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