We see the slide, the climbing thing, the swings, the sand pit and the soft green grass. We wave, we try to jump up, we shine brightly in the sun to catch the childrens’ eyes. We weeds want to play too! All day long the children come and go, hand in hand with parents, skipping and running to meet the excitement of their imagination. The slide and the swings offer thrills and giggles to all who dare to jump on for the ride. Balls bounce and race across the grass, delighted to be chased by children and dogs. Oh, how happy they are. The children stay where it is green and exciting and where their parents can see them. Smart parents. Sweet children.
We weeds are at the top of the hill, at the edge of the park, set off and set apart. We mark the boundary of the safe green area, negating the need for a fence because everyone seems to know that burrs and insects, maybe even snakes hide in the weeds. We droop, we are sad, we are misunderstood. But we have short memories, because with every new gust of a breeze, we dance again: waving and bending and shining for another chance at fun with those who play. Life is not so bad, as a weed, when you can dance all day.
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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