there's something inspiring about weeds when you think about it.
bear with me...
a seed rides on a gust of wind
from God only knows where
and lands in the dirt
or sand or crack of concrete
and it blooms.
now i realize beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but you can't deny the resiliency or determination of that little pod.
it blooms despite good food
or shade or sun.
it sets down its roots for crying out loud and grows!
there's a lesson to be had here, friends.
images taken at pass-a-grille beach on st. pete beach, fl.