Tumbleweeds rock and roll, and when they find love, they hold on tight to it. Did you know that? These two found each other on the wind. And I’ve caught them unabashedly spooning out in the wild. Thank goodness that Wild Things go all in for public displays of affection.
I think their love is fierce.
Oh tumbleweed lover, your whiskers prickle, yes. They reach out to me with natural intent, telegraphing your desire to touch and be touched. They tickle me and rub me, and in their roughness, they bid me to relax about the hundreds of my own imperfections: my unshaven legs, unkept hair and unruly sprawl of my emotions.
Thank you whiskers, for seeking me out. Thank you, dear tumbleweeds that spoon, for opening my eyes to the strength of being naturally entwined.
I am inspired to say, “Grab ahold, snuggle in, 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.