“The sun’s too bright,” she complained with a frown upon her face. “It’s shining right in my face and it hurts my eyes.” She lifted her hand up to shield her face and still could not see the view in front of her. In a huff and in a rush she passed the little weed sanctuary and into the shade which once again made her more comfortable. For some reason she glanced back at the bright spot she’d just passed, but without the sunlight streaming straight at her, and the highlights of the tall pampas grass beckoning brilliantly, the scene seemed a little flat.
She stopped, struck by the sensation that she had missed something. She wondered why exactly she’d wanted to examine the spot again, but with a flash she realized her morning was free and so she walked back a bit to face the sun and the highlighted view.
The scene before her came alive and because she was no longer focused on selfish, critical reactions, she was able to see that the view was highlighted for her by the sun, the angle of the earth, the season of the year, the time of day and the players in the clearing. While the most striking characters were the tall pampas grass plants, they were not alone in the landscape. Their bright spires brought attention to the others growing at their feet: the telegraph weeds, the chaparral, the dried thistles, bristly ox-tongue plants, foxtails and the stinging nettles. All growing together, along with the unnamed and wild, they made up a view that reflected back the sunshine’s glittery intensity and gave the mountains something to reflect upon.
Serenity was what she now saw. Nature’s plan was what she now appreciated. Her day expanded into a palette of possibilities and refreshing insights. Joy was what she felt. Renewal was the gift she received.
I wish for you the same.
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.