My friends “get” me. And that is such a good good thing, because really, I can be hard to get. I tend to look up when all others around me are looking down. I dance with the breeze instead of forging ahead. Instead of listening I may be off in a world of my making, cooking up plans or a story, or replaying a memory when reminiscence tugs at me. I am yellow and white, displaying the perfect colors for being noticed, but not so good for fitting in. If I was on my own, awkward and straggly, I would stand out, so I am happy that my bunch of friends are with me and we are united by the same stem. This way we can all grow together, even when we face different directions.
We share so much, my friends and I, the ground that lies common beneath us, the sky above with the sun that shines down on each one of us, and the needs for sustenance, no matter whether we are planted at opposite, far corners of the world or two houses away. We all face our days in different ways, but the need to face them is all the same.
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.