There was a little part of me that I left in those places that I used to call home. I left footprints and finger marks on the walls that I imagine are still there under many new coats of paint. I planted saplings that now tower over the houses that shaded their beginnings, and flowers that still perfume the air. I dinged the garage doors with my tennis balls, repeatedly, thump thump thumping all summer long.
This ladybug called this tumbleweed home and she left behind a spent pupa to mark her birthplace, just like I left my marks on my places in the past. I’ve grown and progressed and had many homes. At each one there are sprinkles of me, bits of DNA left behind, and the marks I made when I changed things. My path of footprints in the sand of my journey becomes hazy sometimes and hard to read, but perhaps only because I am lacking the scientific instruments to detect them.
My path of memories is unbroken and remains strong. As long as I have that path, I will always be able to go home.
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.