The waves of wild grasses and foxtails blow in the early morning breeze as the sun comes up. The birds sing their good morning songs to greet the day and the time is right for contemplation. The foxtails on the hill look out over the dried plain and see their future, a dry and shortened one. With timely fondness they enjoy their day’s allotment of dew and the shade that has allowed them to flourish longer than their brothers who grew stunted and dry out in the hot sun.
What a gift it would be to receive the power to see the next step before it comes! But with that power comes responsibility. If we were given the gift of foresight would we prepare ourselves, or look away? Would we embrace our current riches before the fates blow in another direction or would we bemoan the inevitable changes? Would we look forward to the new cycle ahead of us and be happy with the balance in life? Would we find contentment in our role in the yin and yang of nature?
Whenever I try to see the future I find my crystal ball does not work, and my rose colored glasses only work about half the time. Yet still I forge ahead with optimism and the whimsical belief in fairy tales, true love and beautiful things happening to people every day.
Have a blessed day my deer weed lovers! I hope your view is magnificent and meaningful.
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.