I love this weed.
It makes me remember that despite all the bad in the world, there is always something good.
So I was walking yesterday and out of the wheat field,
(behind this weed) came a family of pheasants,
And crossed the road into the corn field.
It was cool.
When we came back from California in the end of June,
we looked at the corn (it was about a foot tall) and prayed it would grow.
It did. We are grateful.
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