I run my fingers over the bolts of cloth laid out on market day. My discerning hands feels the different textures, the quality of the weave, either rough or fine, and so my sense of touch selects the best choice for durability of the cloths. But my eyes, oh how they dance and delight in the many colors before me. They want to linger on a sumptuous color kaleidoscope of green and rust and ivory set in a background of tan. Earth colors.
I do not buy what is practical. My desires are tied to beauty.
My eyes delight in the color and textures of the weed before me. They gratefully receive this colored gift of autumn harmony and give me pause to appreciate the hues that are present when all stages of a plant are allowed to be fruitful and enjoy the sunset. I shall not touch or run my fingers over this sweet vision, for this plant is a living thing and I dare not spoil it.
I shall instead, both share it and hold the image of it in my heart, where I can peek at it from time to time whenever I desire the fresh scent of renewal.
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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