Free weed that I am, I turn to you and look. I watch you, curious about what you do, who you are, and what you dream of. I’d like to…
I hum, therefore I am. I buzz, I work, I think, I act, I live, I breathe, I matter. I feel best when busy and lost in work or pleasure…
We lowly weeds reach for the sky always, dogged and determined to get there. We reach as high as we can, striving, always striving for recognition, always moving forward. But…
When the feelings of dismay or confusion, anger, fear or disappointment threaten to boil over and scald my spirit, please dear foxtail friend, lend me your ear. I need to…
In a quiet glade a sleeping girl lay curled beneath a velvet cape. As the sun rose and warmed the air, she stirred. With a yawn and a stretch, she…
Three dandelion tufts reach gracefully towards their future, but they need just a few more hours before it is the right time for lift off. Some of their siblings have…
I waded through the weeds today and was so surprised when my mind wandered away and I wound up at a wacky wonderland. In this altered world, I awoke from…
Mr. Whiskers whispers. He grumbles, he snorts and growls. He’s gruff and rough and irritating. He grabs onto you with fierce determination and digs his way into your favor so…
Happy Earth Day, everyone! Whether ye be weed or tree, sapling or sprout, weathered oak or tumbleweed, your place is on this earth. Forager, hunter, predator, prey, thinker, builder, artist,…
These two dandelions, sunny and sweet, simple and buttery yellow and bright are enjoying simply blissful moments of being together. When you are with the one you love, everything is…
