The weed and the mushroom waited patiently. The little decorative Christmas trees that used to live on the porch had lost one of their presents during the gusty windy night. The trees had long been brought inside so they wouldn’t tumble over, but so far no one had coming looking for this shiny present. The little green present, tied with golden thread was knotted to a nice rich red bow. The wind had blown it right to them, and it had wedged itself up under the lip of the mushroom, as if it too was seeking refuge from the weather. Snug and protected, they waited together and held onto each other , using the wall behind them as a buttress against the elements.
Christmas Day had passed but there was still the spirit of cheer in the air. And last night, the enormous full moon had lit up the lawn long after the twinkling lights strung on the roof had twinkled out, red, green, white, yellow and blue, blink, blink, off.
When you hold onto love and goodness, you can always find hope. When you hold tight to hope, you can always find goodness and love. These lucky weeds are holding tight to a tiny green present, and though it might be an empty decoration, it has already brought them together in harmony to become a little weed family.
Merry Christmas weedlings everywhere. Hold on tight to each other, for you are the best presents ever.
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.