Wow... I guess I too am a weed! My mind jumped immediately to the non-conformists who God chose to create this country. I'm certain the mother land considered them to be like weeds that they could burn out and be rid of... I have a new appreciation for weeds!
Oh wow, Diane! I'm sitting here in awe of this! I love it when you and I are on the same mental wave-length! I love that it says "Be a weed!" I did a video about this very same thing last year. I'll email you the video. Love you, girl!
Thanks for the smile. It reminded me that when I was a kid I thought those weeds were great! I loved blowing them- they were so much fun!It's all in our perspective!
A a child I didn't know that the pretty yellow "flowers" turned into the fluffy things I like to blow on and watch scatter. When I became a home owner with a yard to maintain I was miffed at those same "flowers". Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Maybe my own weediness will go undetected and people will just appreciate me where ever I turn up.
If we speak of weeds, may I choose my own kind? I always compared myself to the sturdy Bamboo. They are not trees, they belong to the weed or grass family... only they are sturdy and tall.My love for them is the example of resiliency...... they bow down over so low to a gusty wind and spring back up again. They reach out to the heavens, strong, praising God... and atop them all, they have a hoard of uses.I should like to be this kind of weed. The third world trained us to be like them.Thanks, D.
Wow, Diane, given that definition of what a weed is... yup, count me in. I am a weed!I call it "going against the flow..." and I also call it, being someone with "holy boldness."And here's a comment for Lolits's comment - right on! I loved what you wrote about the bamboo's resiliency. I wanna be a bamboo weed too!LoveLidia
LOL...You are right, Floyd!
Yeah, Veronica! Yes, I want to see the video. No email has come yet, though....don't forget!
TC, I've always had a love for dandelions! My yard is full of them in the spring!
Oh, Lolita - yes, I see you as a Bamboo - definitely!
Lidia, we should form a "bamboo club" for all us weeds! Thanks all, I loved all your responses!
Yeah, count me among the weeds. Learning to survive in different culture took learning new skills. Not sure if we mastered them but you know you are different when you are the only one NOT carrying a machette while you walk around. This is good Diane...you have a knack for finding good quotes and building a question around them. Blessings my friend.
Gosh, Betty, I laughed at the picture of you being different. Oh, what you have experienced...Sounds like a book waiting to happen....I'd read...And now....you have to be survive in American culture.Hugs to you, my friend! HUGS!
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