I hold your hand and you hold mine in sun and frost, together bonded in this year and the next. We are a promise and a resolution. Good things become sweeter when repeated.
Let the frost come. We will stay here together. Let the bitter winds come. We will stay here together. Let the rains come. We will stay here together. Let the drought come. We will stay here together. Let the seasons of Spring and Summer and Fall and Winter come, and come again. Let the years pass. We will stay here together. We are a perfect match.
We are both iced by frost today, and my gesture of touching of you is frozen in place, which is very very good. Our nearness strengthens us. Throughout the years we stand next to and with each other, forever looking towards the sky of our journey, whether it be sunny or cloudy. We shall endure.
I hope this New Year’s Eve, you find yourself frozen in unity with your perfect match. And if you are alone, I hope that you will find in yourself, your own best friend, your ideal companion who will see you through all the seasons of the new year.
Happy New Year’s Eve, lovers of weed life! I hope you get lucky tonight!
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.