There was a little weed, a bit like an ivy, a bit like a berry, and charming…but small and inconspicuous compared to the grandeur of the formal garden. The little weed watched as the visitors strolled down one path and then another, and sometimes – at least a few times a day, their shoes or pant legs would brush up against the weed’s leaves, and give it a little tickle. No matter how pleasantly she behaved, the weed was always overlooked, and so began to plead with the visitors, and to herself.
“Please, dear wanderer, as you walk the paths so tenderly cared for, and gaze at the beauty surrounding you, please do look down. I am eager, I am determined. I want to shine. I don’t know where my other petals are, for the life of me, but see… I still have three petals left! (gasp!) They are white and creamy and shaped like crowns! I know I can bring magic to you, won’t you please see me?”
The weed shook her leaves with the aid of a breeze that skirted the grounds. She resumed her pleas. “If you smile at me, I shall grant your wishes, and yes, oh I know!…That is where my other petals went – that has to be it! They were blown away when someone made a wish! Yes, that’s it!!!”
Our hopeful misfit is eager for a glance. Please can we risk making a wish? There is a small chance that it might come true!
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.