Hey there beautiful little sister! There was a time when we were both quite small and together we stood, knobby kneed, hanging back. Then one day I bloomed first and thought I could make fun of your pigtails and glasses, of your freckles and shy ways, but I stopped when I saw myself reflected in your eyes and I realized we are just the same.
You are no longer knobby kneed, no longer shy. And now, just look at you!
You are stretching up and away, extending your simple sweet beauty to the heavens. You beckon to the sun and it smiles radiantly back. It loves you and showers you with sunbeams of colored light.
I’ve always admired you little sister, even when I thought I was on top of the world. You’ve got a gem of a soul and the gentle unassuming grace of the freshest wisp of a breeze carrying the fragrance of fresh dew on flowers to those lucky enough to be near you.
Happy Birthday dear little Sister!
There are days when I feel like the frowzy haired flower puff ball of seed tufts already spent, hair mussed by being pulled in too many directions all at the same time. And on days like those it is heartwarming to realize that I was, on a finer day, exactly like my little sister who holds onto her bloom and lifts up those who see her. I have two sisters in my family, but in my life I have many many more and they all fill me with hope, joy and love on days when I turn to them in need of a little extra delicate grace.
Thank you all my sisters for all your love!
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.