The entrance to the cave was markedly cooler than the surrounding flats that led to it. It was moist and mysterious, and it had the power to draw me in. The smooth white walls and the darkness beyond beckoned and promised adventure. I wanted to take the leap and explore inside the earth, crawl and wind around through shallow tunnels with no guide or direction to keep me on the right path, but something stopped me.
Oh, my how silly. This is a mushroom! It seems I’ve suddenly shrunken down to the size of an ant and my imagination just simply took over. In my “ant’s” mind I can see that I am used to winding around in the dark and crawling and climbing over and into all sorts of obstacles, even deep into the ground. The dark does not frighten me. Nor does decay or heights or fierce heat, water or wind.
I fell headlong into the trap, the suggestion, that the mushroom is a cave. I accepted its invitation to explore perhaps because I am feeling a bit adventurous. Enough for caving? It just might happen!
I shall look forward to what this week brings: what levels of danger, what flavors of adventure and what challenges that demand to be conquered . I’ll take it step by step, corner by corner, squeezing by the tight spaces, and taking deep deep breaths of cool air in the pockets of space along my journey.
Explore well my dear friends! Enjoy your travels and adventuring!
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.