The Dolls

The Weed Dolls are looking at you. They see your approach. They observe your casual indecision, your haphazard way of making your way across the field. They wonder what your destination is, and if you will get there successfully. They scrutinize you and all like you who are gifted with locomotion.

Why do they look upon us with such scornful faces? Are they looking down on us as much as I imagine them to? Perhaps the Weed Dolls have received more than their fair share of judgmental criticalness, for they are not allowed to travel, except when dancing and swaying at the whim of the wind.

We humans don’t like to be criticized or judged or even observed without our knowledge and permission. We’d like always to be in charge of the final edit, and the published vision of ourselves, but life moves so fast, and our hair and clothes often settle in the state of disarray that is comfort, without our permission.

To add to our perverse striving for perfection, I realize I have just added a negative factor of which you were most likely unaware. The weeds are watching.

Take a moment, a deep breath, and then a long healthy relaxing exhale. Yes, the weeds are watching. But honestly, can we blame them? They have no where to go. They can only experience life by soaking it in and growing and spreading. So we may be their television diversion once in a while. Hey, I think that means we are celebrities!

Not bad!

And now that we have seen what the Weed Dolls look like up close, I think they would make for some very convincing villains in a feature film or story. It looks like I have made us both stars today! Not bad at all!

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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