The sounds of rockabilly, then hard rock, then reggae drifted through the hedge, drawing neighbors glances and making all the young ones want to come out to play and to party. I heard the music and the laughter, the excitement and attraction, and I thought, ” I want to party too!” So shyly I approached and made my way in the darkness to the dim edge of the party where silent people stood in groups of three, and then finally into the bright lights where the music was loud and the girls danced. “Who are all these people?” I thought to myself as I watched them in their different shapes and sizes, costumes, dances and gestures. None seemed the same, yet they were all gyrating in tune with one another, all grooving to the same beats.
I guess if you can all agree on the music then it doesn’t matter if you sport antennae, six legs or segments. “The flower is where it’s at man!” Have a good Saturday party, all you good weeds, and good folk.
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.