Smiling Face
Smiling Face

She peeked her smiling face around the corner and gave me a shy smile. My heart leaped in my chest and I smiled back. She then withdrew behind the wooden grate and my breath caught in my throat. I waited, staring at the spot she’d last been, when…suddenly, out she peeked again! Oh, how delightful!

She is charming and innocent. She is sweet and fresh, alive and vibrant – a ray of sunshine in this otherwise grey day. I had been plodding along, my head full of worries and thoughts that seemed to go nowhere, when her smiling face sliced open the foggy grey with a shining stream of brilliant sun. Her open face begged me to play with her.

How clear, all of a sudden, that there is beauty here, and joy, and laughter, silliness, and play. I do not have to be a child to enjoy these things. They in my reach, asking me to notice. We played our game of “Peek a Boo” over and over until I collapsed with laughter, truly healed.

I do not know how many people passed me by that day, shrugging or shaking their heads, not understanding what I was doing. It does not matter, for I had left the busy sidewalk full of pedestrians all competing for the best position, the first place – to get somewhere before the others. For what?

On that grey day I found my place in the race by stepping out of it. I played. I laughed. I found joy. Thank you sweet mallow leaf!

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!

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2 Replies to “Peek A Boo!”

  1. That is an amazing photo Debbie, composition and color its a National Geographic kind of shot…..And The Peakaboo is adorable….(-:

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