High Wire Weed Seed
High Wire Weed Seed

In Weed Town, the children were excited. The circus had come into town! Overnight their brightly colored wagons had rolled in, gotten unloaded and then set up as outbuildings for the circus. The performers had put up their blue sky tent, laid out the green moss carpet and were busy practicing their acts while the audience trailed inside and found good seats, right up front. Earlier under the big blue sky tent, while the clowns were entertaining the crowd, the children had been restless, but now, as the lights dimmed, the audience was in complete attention. They sat up straight and tall in their chairs, rigid with excitement. It was nearly time for the show! Behind the scenes, behind the black velvet curtain, the circus performers checked their makeup and adjusted their costumes. Their voices were hushed and their faces flush with excitement.

A chorus of dramatic song supplied by a pair of mockingbirds directed everyone’s attention to the first act: a High Wire Act – the most exciting act of all! The leaves in front had the best view. They watched in rapt attention as the weed seed, a striking contortionist, readied herself. She balanced and aligned her feet on the thin blade of grass in front of her. The blade dipped at her first step, but she continued on, delicately and with grace, to prance and even somersault across to the other side!

What a thrill! The audience erupted into applause, all relieved and appreciative of her skill and bravery. They settled in now to watch the rest of the show.

This weed gal was not able to witness the performances – perhaps I kept looking away at just the wrong moment, but I am sure the weeds appreciated a little drama in their day. I know I had fun imagining it!

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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