Spooning

Tumbleweeds need loving too, and these have been caught unabashedly spooning – out in the wild, in public, no less! I think their love is fierce.

Oh tumbleweed lover, your whiskers prickle, yes. But they are also reach out to me with natural intent. They tickle me and rub me, and bid me relax about my unshaven legs, unkept hair and any one of my hundred of imperfections.

Thank you whiskers, for seeking me out. Thank you spooning tumbleweeds, for your natural entwining display of affection.

I am inspired to say, “Snuggle in, grab ahold and spoon with me, my sleepy whiskery love.”

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.

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