This was on the way to the beach. Isn’t it cute?!
Why are miniature versions of things so endearing? Is it because babies — for their survival — *must* be endearing? This nearly looks alive. It is soft and prickly-looking at the same time. Will it grow into an adult tumbleweed?
The other day, there was a large one on the highway and it came sideways into the lower part of my car, making me duck instinctively. I realized that had it come toward my windshield, it could have hung there and obstructed my view — frightening image.
Babies — all innocence. Adults — the potential for danger.