Beauties in the Brambles

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Stopped in Their Tracks

Together the girlfriends raced across the field, hand in hand, wind in their hair, letting loose their joyful shouts in exuberance. They’d had been having one adventure after another all day, sprinting from one imaginary game to the next: playing fairies in the forest, gallivanting in the gardens, dancing down by the duck pond and most of all, laughing into the wind. The day grew long as the sun dipped lower in the sky and the fog rolled in suddenly bringing the edge of the forest nigh. Still caught in laughter, the weed girlfriends paid no attention to the dense growth ahead, until it was too late.

They tumbled to a halt as their leafy skirts caught on the brambles and the threadbare branches reached out to grab them. The girlfriends stopped in their tracks, gasping to catch their breath and their bearings. Their hearts beat in unison as the friends looked around trying to see a way out through the thickening fog. It was too dense to see ahead or behind, and the brambles held the weed friends in place.

“No matter!” the youngest of the weed girlfriends laughed. “Let’s spend the night and have a slumber party! We’ll set out in the morning once the fog has cleared.” They all agreed and settled down to tell stories before falling asleep.

This weed explorer found the friends still together in the brambles once the fog lifted. Were they about to set out on another game, or had they decided to settle in this spot? Had a spell been cast that kept them together, or were they holding their breath and remaining still until I wandered away? Perhaps a visit on a another day will help illuminate their tale.

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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2 Replies to “Beauties in the Brambles”

  1. I can see the blowing skirts of the fairy girls as they are climbing the brambles and a outstretched arm to help the third one up through the twigs… (-: I love this story.. Yes I am one of those!!!

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