The flower’s power was held in check, all petals tightly bound and united. They had resolved to stick together and act as one unified force. The waiting was long, as the morning was cold and they’d be instructed to wait until the sun hit them full on. The air around the blossom was warming and the birds had woken up and were singing their morning songs. From deep within the flower bud there was restless rumbling and twitching. It seemed they would all be ready to jump out together.
Out popped the one petal that just couldn’t wait. There was just no way to contain the excitement that precipitates one’s first blooming. On a brisk winter morning, though, when the sun is about to spread warmth from your tips to your roots, who wouldn’t feel eager? If there was a medal given out to celebrate eagerness, this one petal would be all aquiver with excitement about receiving it.
The unity of the flower may have been betrayed, but the energy that burst forth with that one sprung petal is a flag cheerily waving to signal the rest of the petals to follow, and to be quick about it! There is so much to enjoy and much to explore in this wild magnificent world of ours. Whether we are lucky enough to celebrate with the snow drifts and frozen ice sculptures created by winter’s chill, or we relish in sunny days tinged with a chilly breeze, there is so, so much to delight in!
I look at you, little overeager weed flower, with a smile on my face and a chuckle that escapes my lips involuntarily. You make me happy. Just because you do, just because you are. So let’s hear it for those who twirl for no reason, and those who laugh and smile when they look up at the sky. Let’s hear it for those of us who wave at strangers just to make them feel good, and those who talk to trees.
Let your spirits soar, let your heart rejoice, let yourself be eager and happy and silly. Enjoy! This is going to be the beginning of a truly fun adventure!
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.