When the morning air was still cool, and the sky held the promise of heat to come, the wasp hunters set out together seeking treasure. It was a day long on promise and possibilities and they were confident that in their fierceness they would accomplish their goal of hoarding nectar, leaving lesser insects to wither. But as the sun rose higher in the cloudless sky, and the heat released melted fragrances into the air, the weaker ones let lose their resolve and slunk away to rest in the shade until only one lone hunter was left. Young Warrior Wasp was so focused on the singled minded pursuit of sweet nectar that he hadn’t noticed he was alone. Busy and steady, patient and methodical, he moved from one blossom to the next, leaving no vessel unexplored. He was completely unaware of being watched and so unrelenting in his task that he gave me a special view of his purposefulness. By being unaware of me he freed me to be unafraid of him, and so I took more notice, closer notice, interested notice of the great creature he turned out to be.
Isn’t it glorious to be so involved in your task that the rest of the world falls away? Time sure does fly, whether you are wasp or weed. Happy work, everyone! Get lost in it!
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.