It was a treeless landscape
where the tumbleweeds came dancin' across the field of snow,
leavin' their strange impressions where the winds forced them to go.
Ma stood there beside the house
watchin' the tumbleweeds as the cold wind pushed them past her.
Then she saw the right one, shaped much like a real tree, a fir.
She stepped out into it's path
and stood, with both arms outstretched, just waitin' to intercede,
then it was there and she caught it, stoppin' that dancin' weed.
Takin' the weed by it's stem,
she shook it to remove the snow, it's roamin' days now done,
and took it in the house, it's life as a tree had begun.
It became our Christmas tree,
all decorated up then and draped with strings of popcorn,
that tumblin' weed had found a new role and was now reborn.
'Though our tree was just a weed,
our holiday was happy, thanks to Ma's inventive way...
creatin' a tree from a weed to brighten Christmas day.
― Fluffy Bear Hearts Rainbows, Thursday, 22 March 2007 15:15 (eighteen years ago)
Two facts:
1) Tumbleweed is native to Asia, but is an invasive species in North America.
2) Empty plastic supermarket bags are sometimes called "post-modern tumbleweeds".
― Aimless, Thursday, 22 March 2007 18:30 (eighteen years ago)
three weeks pass...