And So Home We Go

My humble abode is warm and welcoming, with a bit of green at the front door, but it is not grand or imposing. I tidy up as well as I can, but I tire long before the maintenance is done, so I’ll readily admit my home still looks scruffy and worn around the edges, but it is my center, my refuge, my shelter and the place of safety and belonging for my family. My world does not have a place in it for satisfaction from domestic chores and gleaming floors and spotless living. My world is messy and fast and yes, haphazard at time. So a hole in the desert floor with decoration compliments of my weed neighbors suits me just fine.

I prefer to live unnoticed, under the radar, for in that obscurity I find freedom. Like a desert hare I jump from thing to thing, balancing priorities and finding interest and higher callings in new challenges, new to dos, new starts, new views. I must explore and find the riches that this world offers me. I cannot stop. I do not know how. But I do know that I can always come back to this warm sweet spot called home and rest for a while until the dawn brings a new adventure right to my door.

Enjoy your day, weed lovers and adventurers!

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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