WeedImageoftheDay

Stuck
Or, Just Stuck?

This is my spot, my patch of earth, my crack in the ground. This is where I belong, where I fit, the odd shaped peg that I am. Oh, how good it feels to come home!

The wind blew me here. What good fortune for me!

Ah! Oh! I tremble…the wind, here it comes again! It blows me and I – I – I – I totter….But I don’t blow away!

Well, steady now. I thought I was planted, but it seems this is just where I’ve landed. HA! The joke’s on me.

My mind told me I knew a lot, but, the wind…well, perhaps there are forces greater than myself that affect my whole sense of being. On this I should ponder, when the winds calm down.

A weed’s existence has much to do with perspective.

The same is true for me. And you?

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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