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 that you will be forced to give him a ride. He will stay by you even when you need time alone, because he’s got pressing matters to attend to. He’s got a plan.
Mr. Whiskers looks prickly, and can sometimes rub you the wrong way, but really, he’s looking to find meaning, just like everybody else. When a thorn looks threatening to me, I try to take a second look, maybe squint, maybe cock my head, or look at it from down low or way up high, and get another view. I think I could learn to love this grumpy faced Mr. Whiskers.
At least now he can make me smile!
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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