Our First Ladybird
Our First Ladybird

There was a hint of warmth in the air, and then it got chilly again. There was a rosy glow to the sunrise, and then the fog lay down on the grasses. There were weeds and weeds and weeds, greened by a bit of winter rain, and then there was a spot of red that a appeared and disappeared. It was a Ladybird beetle, the first of the year!

I combed through the weeds on a sunny weekend morning and I welcomed the warmth and the bright sun that fed the leaves and flowers around me. There was so much to see. Down on my hands and knees I went to examine the new growth. Also exploring was the Ladybird beetle and so I knew that Spring was just around the corner. I was in good company. Warm company, welcoming company, growing company.

I am linked to the weeds and they to me. In my busy technologically driven world, dominated by deadlines and priorities, the weeds speak to me. They speak of unending growth, of cycles of renewal, of hope, perseverance and adaptation. They speak in weed visions to the part of me that muses and tries to find the meaning and the beauty in my world.

I do find it, every day, and the weeds reflect it back to me. The first Ladybird of the year has punctuated the messages of the weeds and she joins me in making sense of it all, and in celebrating it all. This was an incredibly busy and invigorating week. I struggled and persevered, I worked hard at growing, and at last, I’ve found a little red treasure in my field of weeds.

Happy Spring to 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.

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