My kids see the disciplined lawns and flowers of our complex garden everyday. Flowers in a row, lawns that get a cut every day. Flowers are beautiful anyway..but as my six year old ran, he noticed a tall soft weed standing out , waving it's unkempt head freely.
His eyes shined . what plant is this!
It's a weed. His little finger ran across the soft weed's head." Softie my new garden friend. Can I take it home? I told him we should leave it here ..maybe with its seeds it might get a family.
What if it gets cut..I will never meet it again. Finally we touched the weed a final goodbye. For next many days my kids looked for softie...
Then one day we were on a holiday.. We were exploring the Pune university.. The place their mother studied once. At one place my son c!imbed up a wall..beyond lay the softie...millions of them. He jumped and ran his hand on the weeds heads.
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