Here in Southern California, where rain is a sweet sweet gift, we celebrated and welcomed the rains in late winter. We thought we saw the promise of greener fields and hilltops in every glistening drop. But alas, the drenching did not last and now that Spring has come, my patch of California land is drying out. I might see a sprinkle or two of rain to come, but not much more.
It is not for me to become downhearted however. I have always been a fan of magic, fairy tales come to life, rose colored glasses, and all things possible. I live for hope, and it is my fuel, my freedom and my joy.
So I look out and I see rainbows in my weeds and grasses that are showing off their short life. I see yellows, browns and purples and still some green thriving and showing me a different type of beauty. Not every phase of life can be new, but the joy we can feel when we hang on to what we are given, and thrive at the place where we’ve landed is new with each awakening.
Enjoy your place.
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.
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