Something brief for a stormy Saturday.
A few days ago, driving through streaming sunlight over a rambling field of yellow. It’s my favorite sight every spring, but every spring, they cut it down. Funny though– I passed it the other day and those pesky weeds– or should I say those beautiful wildflowers?– have risen again. And then I thought–
What for some are weeds to others are wishes. What has been cut down can always regrow.