I admit I am small, and yes, it is obvious that I am not tall. But I FEEL tall. I do not feel SMALL! Am I not taller than this wood chip? Am I not larger than the gardeners who sought to destroy me and keep their gardens orderly? I’ve eluded their rakes and their hoes, their gloved hands and their spray. I chose to make my home in this soggy patch of wood chips that never dry out and therefore are never trod upon.
The perfect camouflage is to be straight and tall right out in the open! And so I stand, protected from being weeded by my setting and circumstances. I choose to stand tall and proud, in spite of my size. I am protected and nearly invisible. What shall I do now?
I think that I shall try to be always open, always looking, always learning about the big, much bigger world around me. The sights I see every day are huge, and the lessons I learn each day are enormous…just right for someone my size. Perhaps being open to the largest of life lessons offsets my size. I have seen plenty of large fully grown beings stumble around, without a clue as to what they need to pay attention to. Perhaps learning large lessons is my way of balancing my short stature with all I can bring to this world.
Watch. Listen. Learn. Dream. Grow.
This weed found the perfect spot to thrive unnoticed at the gorgeous LA County Arboretum, next to some stunning cultivated plants!
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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