I seem to have lost my head. Whatever could I have been thinking? Not much I’m sure. Surely my head was distracted by some whimsical half-thought that would allow me to leap headfirst onto the first smiling breeze that came my way. Oh dear, Oh dear. My head. I’ve lost my head.
I seem to be all right. Maybe not attached to my plant, but I am still intact. I still have my wits about me and my thoughts seem to be coming in a straightforward manner. I am lucid. I can still think.
Perhaps taking a leap did not destroy me, perhaps it will be okay!
I think I’ll stay here in the green grasses. I’ll stay and bob and sway as they dance in the air. I’ll think on my situation and I’ll join the new group, the green group. Perhaps I’ll learn something!
A leap is not always thoughtless; sometimes it turns out to be very wise. I think I’ll go with that story, see how long I can make it last as I test this new beginning.
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.