When I was little, I was told that if you captured one of these skeleton grass weeds, and told it your Christmas wish, the wind would carry it all the way to the North Pole to let Santa know.
I so clearly remember chasing and catching one of these in my childhood backyard. Cupping it in small hands, whispering to it my little-girl wishes. And then blowing it away and watching as the wind carried it slowly out of sight against the backdrop of a clear blue sky.
When I saw one of these weeds tumbling around our yard the other day I caught it and explained to W. about the wishes, and the wind, and Santa. He wished. And then I watched as he and his sister excitedly cheered the weed on as it floated up, up and over the neighbours roof.
My childhood self cheered it on beside them.
This is life, I thought.
I saw this one on the grass last night and seized the opportunity.
I can’t tell you what I wished for, it’s a secret.
What would you wish for?
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