The leggy weed in the garden at Dobris thought, “Here I am in my sunny spot beneath the heavy stone statue. I have a way of moving in the ground slowly, very slowly, (I wriggle) and fast, fast, very fast above ground (I ride the wind) but I can move, whereas my heavy burden, this stone statue solidly anchored above me, cannot. I gaze up at the statue’s face, and he is posed in powerful motion, yet his heavy limbs and features do not budge, even on the windiest of days.”
“I am lucky to be a weed, and thus to be overlooked. Because I grow in the corners, I have more fun in my life than if I were to try to shine in the spotlight. I can lean into the wind and my roots will balance me as I bend and sway and flirt with the wind. All my upstairs neighbor can do is withstand the wind, and be buffeted by it. He is in the spotlight, but captured by it. I am free until someone discovers me.”
“I am free! Wheeee!”
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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This is one of my favorite writings so far. …….