Thievery Thursday

My Weeds

It all started as most things do, with the thought to make the world a better place. I was out for a walk and I noticed the most unsightly patch of weeds. My fingers itched to pull them out and destroy them, but I held myself back. Later that night, aided by a flashlight, a pair of gloves, and some camouflage face paint, I sneaked out of the house and back to the weed patch.

I pulled for what seemed like two hours and twenty four minutes. Then came the dilemma. I had a monstrous pile of weeds and nothing to transport them with. Thoughts flashed through my mind faster than they could be comprehended...a plastic bag, a cardboard box, did I leave my curling iron plugged in, my trunk, a wagon, yes wheels, a WHEELBARROW! Luckily I knew my neighbor kept one in his garage for emergencies like this. After I loaded the weeds and started on my journey back home I had a feeling of deep remorse come over me. What had I just done? Who was I to pluck the life away from a living thing? How was I to set things right again?

Tomorrow I will give them a new home in my backyard. A place where they can feel safe. I just hope their delicate root systems won't go into shock during the planting. They really are quite beautiful after all.