Soaking It Up
Soaking It Up

I heard voices in short bursts throughout the day today, drifting on the breeze from the houses when the windows and doors briefly opened. The voices spoke about the weather. They exclaimed about the scorching heat, they vocalized and allowed their discomfort to grow with each complaint. The doors and windows shut quickly, as if the people felt the summer’s power was too hot to handle. They tried to make it stop, but they could only run away.

The voices stilled and only the quiet remained, with just the sound of heat waves thrumming. The day was beautiful again.

I stand tall and open up to fully soak in the summer sun. I know that summer does not last. I feel the power more strongly than those who can mask it with shelter and air conditioning. I know the goodness in the heat and I welcome it.

My petals curl ever so slightly inward to contain and hold and cherish the power. For I know that too soon, a day will come with a chill in the air, and on that day we will miss the summer’s sun and its warmth.

Enjoy the gifts while you can my weedlings, always enjoy the gifts.

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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