“Oh Daddy! How do you know what you know? Can you tell me the secrets? Can you help me be strong? When I am with you I feel brave. I will believe in you forever.”
So said the pure white flower, tender and just starting out, to the bristly broad-leafed weed that was speckled from run and mud, and worn rough by the force of the wind. Through all the days and all the nights in the short and delightful life of the fiddle neck, the larger weed had been there. He towered above her and shaded her from both the harshness of the sun and the dousing of the rains. He was her protector, the one she looked up to.
The broad shouldered strong one looked down at his tender white flower and smiled. He felt stronger when he was around his little one, and he felt braver, smarter and more important. He felt with every question she asked, he could see the answer clearer than if he’d asked the same question of himself. She needed him, but he needed her too. With her, he felt he became a better man.
“Little one, hold my hand and you will be safe. I am here, and I always will be.”
Ah…the power and promise of love.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.