TAKE NOTE - Wondrous Wildflowers

I have a thing for alliterations. After an inspiring walk in the woods (on a Wednesday no less), I brought my weedy wildflower bouquet into the house and decided to write a short story with a wayward number of words beginning with the letter w. Why you ask? I’m not really sure except to say that when inspiration strikes, we quirky, artsy types go with it. I ended up writing twenty-six of these crazy stories so that each letter of the alphabet was covered.

If you can stand repetitive rhythm and the lack of perfect English just to get another “w” word in, here is my “W” installation. Enjoy!

On a warm Wednesday evening a couple of weeks ago, I went for a twilight walk. Despite the overgrown, wily path, the woods welcomed me in with a wealth of wildflowers. It was dazzling and wondrous. Winsome weeds were waving at me as far and wide as I could see. Everywhere I looked I was overwhelmed.

Wishing to assemble a weedy bouquet but bewildered about where to begin, I resolved my will to harvest only a wash of purple. Wildflowers bloomed in hues of violet, periwinkle and wine. I gathered a wonderful wee posy not wanting to withdraw too much wealth from the forest.

Wandering the wide pathway, I savoured the lightweight beauty within my hands. I walked from the wildness back to the real world winding my way home where I filled a white vase with water. Although just a collection of withering weeds, their bewitching beauty was a welcome vision. A whiff of nature brought home for a while.

Postscript: The wisdom of wabi-sabi whispered in my whirring mind. “A way of living that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.” (https://www.collinsdictionary.com).

Sounds like weeds to me.