Rare Weeds

I don’t know what is it with dandelions, they have a way of getting into me. It’s like each one of them stand out on their own. It is considered a weed, but it commands attention. Maybe, I’m just an easy to please person….I don’t know.

How can a tiny stem like that hold such a beauty….it’s flower staring back at you.

To be honest, I wish I could share a more eye catching shot with you. Something of extra ordinary look, something of value. But you see, I live a life of simplicity. I love quiet places. I adore simple things. I treasure quiet moments. I long for genuine friendships. I crave understanding. I want to be seen….be heard.


Most times, I feel like I’m different. I feel like nobody understands me. I feel like, I’m giving too much and yet still not enough. Perhaps, I’m expecting too much?

Maybe I’m just really different. For who else would see weeds as something that has value for use and beauty. That it does grow where it should be…at the right place and the right time.


Perfectly imperfect. Desirably troublesome. It’s rarity…such an attractive find.

Thank you for checking out my blog. I have so many things in my mind and my heart is filled with all kinds of emotions. I hope that I find the right words to express and share them with you. I believe that our stories are meant to be shared, perhaps to inspire a soul or so that others can learn.

What can I say, I think I’m more like a weed.


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