The Scraggly Weed

The MS Bike Ride is turned over, so I can get a fresh look at it for final touches. Then, in the meantime….here’s a fable.

The Scraggly Weed

Away, on a very small street, in a very small neighborhood, in a very big city, there was a row of houses. In front of each house, was a tiny yard for a garden. And in front of every house, except one, was a tidy garden.

One garden was overgrown and untended. It was the scandal of the neighborhood. People kept making tsk-tsk noises, and wondered what kind of a man it was who would not tend his garden.

In the midst of the unkempt plants was a scraggly weed. It started out short, and began to grow. Soon, it was as big as a tree. The neighbors were appalled. This was the the worst outrage of all.

A couple of weeks later, the scraggly weed bloomed. White, tuftty blossoms poked out in all directions.

And on top of it all, the newly flowering plant attracted butterflies. Tons and tons of butterflies encircled the plant, landing on the flowers to collect the nectar.

The neighbors never said another word.

And so, I introduce the idea for my next drawing…….weed

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