As I freely soared in the sky I looked for a tree, something substantial upon which to rest. All around me though the trees were scarce, but there were weeds aplenty and so on this one I did alight. It accepted my weight and once I’d settled my feathers my weed perch seemed to grow straighter and stronger, perhaps just a bit proud to have been chosen and deemed worthy. So I think this spot will do nicely for a rest and a look around. We are just fine together – my gray weed and I sway together in rhythm with the breeze, partners in a simple, impromptu dance.
This is the way serendipity happens. I thought the answer to my search would be a sycamore or a cypress. but I have found it here in this weed. Perhaps the weed as well was hoping for a loftier bird, perhaps a hawk or a raven, but here we are today, making do and just fine. Alighting on a weed is divine!
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.