There was a weed, a fighting weed, who stood beside the object of her love when times were peaceful and when turbulent winds kicked up to threaten and dislodge them. By her stalwart stance she showed that her love was deep and strong and red. It was true that she would fight and fight with thorns a’tumble and piercing with abandon. This weed would fight to save and stand by her love.
She was mother, lover and sister She was proud to be a tumbling weed.
Fight hard, dear weed lovers to protect and keep the objects of your love. Many blessings, all!
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.