The weed-pals had been friends for as long as they could remember and they were united by their love of the outdoors. They’d not had too many adventures to brag off, but they were all enamored with the idea of living on the edge in a risky life style. On their bucket list were such things as skydiving, parasailing, scuba diving, swimming with the sharks, fire walking, snake handling, going into outer space, visiting the Galapagos Islands and discovering a new species and hiking the Pacific Trail. It seemed like everyday could bring a new idea to add to the list.
This fine Monday they resolved to start training for one of the adventures on their list, and since they were in the Pacific region of the USA, they decided to tackle the Pacific Trail first. What they’d need to do is gather the proper equipment, make sure everything fit correctly, pack their loads to keep them light and traverse the local hills in daily hikes. Plan the trip, then train, train, train to increase their stamina, that would be the way to go.
Today: Hike number one! The weed-pals were stoked; giddy with excitement and eager to begin. Spiny shivers went up and down their spines to accentuate their thrill. The set their sights on the hill top in front of them. To reach the crest in a day, that would be their goal. What an exhilarating day! One by one each weed reached out a tendril, uncurling and stretching to gain footing on the wet mud. They concentrated on their form and balance and they felt the satisfaction gained from effort and hard work. To the weed-pals, today was a dream come true.
To me, the casual onlooker, the movement was imperceptible. I’m just not sure that weeds can hike at all. Aren’t they deep rooted and stuck in place? But I am not one to rain on anyone’s parade. Perhaps this day, this dream come true day is just what they needed. And perhaps that’s what I need as well, a dream that sends shivers of excitement up and down my spine. A dream that stars me in the midst of an adventure as high as the sky and as grand as the Sierra Nevada Mountains. A dream that I can dream of. Perhaps I too will one day hike the Pacific Trail.
This might be the beginning of a very sweet dream!
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.