After work the weed took stock of the day by watching the sunset paint the loading yard golden and red, then crimson and finally purple and then grey. As the sun went down the rays grew stronger and more selective, shining their rays on the surfaces that would reflect their golden glow and share the memory of their beauty with the evening.
At the end of a long day it is not just weeds that reflect on the golden moments of the day. I sat with this weed this evening and took deep breaths of satisfaction that my work day was over, and that I had worked hard. The golden sunset shone brighter in my heart with every inch it slid down to meet the horizon to start the night.
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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