Delicate Things

The weed had sprouted, it has spread. It grew tall and escaped injury and destruction. It avoided the company of invasive weeds that might overpower it. It conserved its energy and took advantage of every drop of precious water it could. It soaked up the sun whenever possible. The weed knew that it thrived because it worked hard but it was also lucky, and, dealt lucky cards, it knew to play them just right. So now the weed had tender seeds, hanging, ready to disperse. We grow and work and struggle. We try to use our position to every advantage. We look up to the sky to stay inspired. We drink deeply of wisdom and knowledge in order to do what may seem impossible, but ultimately it is do-able because we try hard enough, and don’t wither. We don’t succumb. We grow.

Then there comes a day that sneaks up on you, even though you knew it was coming. The day where there are delicate things hanging in the balance. Then it is up to you to take the right step. To time it right and let the seeds be released so they can spread a little bit of you, far and wide, out into the world.

Thank you dear weed, for making that clear to me.

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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