The Happiness of Growing Lightly: A Lesson from the Weeds
I have to admit it; I love weeds. Without any help from human hands, they do pretty doggone well. And personally, I confess that when I watch them grow, I think they have more fun than their cultivated cousins.
They seem freer somehow, more unconstrained. And let’s face it; they’re definitely hardier.
I think when nobody’s around they laugh. I think they just plain like what they are, that they don’t take themselves too seriously.
They grow lightly, with no silly need to be something special. They just pop out their leaves and buds according to whatever pattern nature provides, schmoozing with their neighbors, making the best of whatever resources happen to be at hand.
And somehow it all turns out beautifully.
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