Just when you thought you had a moment to breathe, here comes the “Mother” of all holidays.
I spent the weekend looking for a gift and have yet to find one to present to my mom for Mother’s Day.
I looked at the traditional cards, candy, and even flowers, but nothing stood out.
I began to panic; can’t go into Mother’s Day with nothing.
This made me recall a previous Mother’s Day.
I was 9 and had little to no income with which to purchase a gift.
I thought and thought on how I could get my mom a gift, then it hit me. Gifts were all around me.
In Quay County we have an abundance of wildflowers, or as many extension agents would call them -- weeds.
You can see them on the sides of the highway and in the fields, their brightly colored petals a beacon to those passing.
I don’t know the scientific name for these flowers, though I do know they are dismissed without much thought by those who see them everyday.
Construction crews will trample them, dig them up and toss their uprooted bodies around. Ranches will treat the noxious varieties to protect their livestock, which I completely understand.
However, when we have wildfires and grassland is burned, those pests often take the place of the surface vegetation.
Instead of a barren field of sand, which becomes a sand blaster every time the wind picks up, those weeds take root and keep the dirt down while providing a little decor to the countryside.
As beautiful as they make our landscape they are still considered weeds. But when you’re a 9-year-old boy looking to show the most important woman in your life some gratitude, they are a Godsend.
(Thomas Garcia is the senior writer at the Quay County Sun. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org)
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Published: Monday, May 7th, 2012
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