Sailboats

There once were two brothers who lived by the sea. Their father fished, their grandfather fished, their uncles fished and all the men they knew fished on the open seas for a living. The boys were four years old and six years old, too young to help, but not too young to love the sea. The brothers liked to take their scruffy dog out with them for days full of exploring and seaside adventuring. Each boy had their own rowboat so every chance they got, they’d take them out to play until the sun got ready to set. They played pirates and fishermen and planned elaborate naval maneuvers.

On this balmy summer day the boys abandoned their boats to get a closer look at something in the tide pools, something mysterious and a little dangerous, but most of all exciting! It might have been a crab, a prehistoric shell or some mysterious treasure that washed ashore, but they have left behind their boats in a flurry of excitement. Perhaps they are busy building a fort out of a massive trove of driftwood reminiscent of an ancient ship wreck. The empty boats are inviting us to join in their exploration adventure if only we dare to set out beyond the rocks. There is nothing so fearless and free as young boys on a mission of discovery.

Shall we join them? I hear their shouts and the barks of their scruffy companion from beyond the bend of the cliff, and they are very inviting!

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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