“Ever since I was small”, thought the weed, “I have been safe and protected in your shadow. I have been sheltered from downpours of angry rain and the turbulence of dissatisfied winds. I have grown strong and I have been happy.” The soft leafed weed looked out into the grey day which carried the promise of sunshine in the sky. It was time to grow and stretch to reach the sunlight.
“Today my eyes have opened and I see that there is more for me than to stay cocooned in your wooden folds. I sense a change is coming and we are both part of it. Your hard edges are softening and my strength is increasing as I become interested in what lies beyond our cozy spot. You have been my friend. Can you understand this?”
As is nature’s plan, the wooden log had been solidly strong in its place for many years. It had provided a welcome barrier to wind and rain for many, and no one had been able to budge it. But as the years passed, the log absorbed the sun, the wind and the rain until the those elements began to change it and break it down. The log became host and home to dainty, delicate plants and small creatures that needed shelter and nourishment in which to thrive.
And so today this delicate weed, this soft offspring needed to say, “Thank you, but now I must be going.” The weed needed to stretch into the sunshine and join the others just like him who were ready to make their way in the world.
Things are always changing around us; it’s just that on one certain day we are able to see it. We suddenly notice change even though it has been advancing every 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.