There’s a story in this picture. Heck, there might even be a sermon in this picture.
This little bit of greenery was growing out of the side of an eight foot high wall on the edge of a winding sidewalk.
As such, this would be story about strength and determination. It would be a recount of resilience and overcoming the odds. It would have a lesson of leveraging limited resources for maximum gain. It would be a litany of how life triumphs over cold, harsh stone. When passed along, this parable would make women weep and children cheer.
Yes, there’s a story in here.
And it would be a story well-told, were it not for the fact that I know how this chronicle concludes.
You see, this particular story does not end with ‘the end.’ It ends, instead, with one word.
One powerful, compound word…
Roundup.
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Stinker!!!!! 🙂
I can’t help it. I have a weed-killing addiction.