There is another world beside your ankle, below the soles of your hiking boot. A world that is snuffled by your dog’s nose, bounced upon by your stray balls, and undisturbed by most travelers, due to the annoying bother of burrs and stickers. We don’t often find much to look at this world because it is so low and seemingly “beneath us” but it can be a gateway to imagination and mystery, if we have the mood to allow it.
This soft haven is the world that thrives in the shelter of tall grasses and straw. We know that small creatures carry on bustling lives here, close to the ground, up and under the low growing leaves of weeds both soft and prickly. There are insects, to be certain, but what of the creatures of the mind? The imagination? Are there fairies or tiny wanderers traveling through these parts? Do toys come alive in the shady glen of the undergrowth and giggle when we walk past? Do they look upon the tall grasses as we do our redwoods, and the soft minty green leaves as…as trampolines or soft pillowy beds to roll around upon?
I certainly can not be trusted to supply the correct answer, the one that would be agreed upon by experts and cynics and botanists. But, I take great pleasure from the secret smile that comes unexpectedly, when a fanciful notion comes to mind, thanks to the inspiration of weeds. and their intriguing display.
Sweets dreams everyone! May they be weederful!
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.