We, simple mallow flowers are still hopeful that a gentle rain will fall and bathe us in cool freshness. We are always hopeful as we face each day with round cheerful faces upturned to the sun. We care not that our flowers have dried and crush when touched. This is the stage we are at, and so we are embracing it today. We know that we are not alone in our condition of aging and veined definition. To chose another stage, or to skip this one is simply not something a weed would do. We are who we are and we are proud of it!
There is no other plant in the garden today that escaped plucking as long as we did. We’ve been allowed to linger much longer that the foxtails and wild grasses. Even the mint that over ran its raised bed has been pulled. We are thankful that our charm has endured and graced us with more time to play in the dirt even though the rains may no longer spur us on to grow anew.
Here we shall remain, golden, delicate and cheerful until the end of summer…or until the strawberries and zucchini get planted.
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.