Please, look away, avert your eyes. I am not put together today. I am not at my best. I once had the bloom of youth in my face, atop green supple limbs that bent and danced without hesitation whenever a breeze beckoned. My petals were bright and beautiful and they shone in the sun to beckon all to come visit with me. But now I am dry and wrinkled and throne adorned. I still feel youthful deep within, but now when I move in the breeze, I make rustling sounds which are the sounds of old age, and not youth.
So please, I do hope I still have some grace remaining in these gnarled leaves and I hope that grace will speak to you on my behalf. Please be kind if you must look upon me and know that I, like you were once young and full of life. Here I remain, still standing, still strong – a reminder of how one does go on in grace even when youth is lost. Perhaps you will still find me beautiful?
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.