On one fine day, early in the morning, deep rumblings began inside. Impatient movements signaled the end of tolerating the small, cramped space. Pushing, then breathing, then resting before pushing some more. Each time the larvae rested, he took stock of himself, his reserves and his progress. With every squirm, he made his space yield a bit more. With every punching out of his limbs, he weakened the force that held him in a tight, secure, yet limiting hug. He had great power inside his small package and nothing could hold him back from entering the world of sunshine and sky and flight.
On this day a ladybird beetle was born, and like all things that are born, it was miraculous! Here’s to all who celebrate their beginnings and birthdays on this very very good day. Happy birthday!
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.