The groundlings typically gathered at the foot of the stage, unable to pay full price for admission. They enjoyed the show from the unfavored viewpoint, but at least they were there. These weed babies have no admission price to pay because they are the show! Their place is under the proscenium arch, center stage. They prefer to command a crowded stage, using their combined strengths to thrive, and so thus they are the crowdlings. They see the usefulness of growing in groups, the benefits to being betwixt one another, the safety in sameness. Case in point: one tiny immature barb might not deter the hand that wishes to uproot them, but a collection of perhaps twenty sharp pointies, just might be enough to buy them one more day. Their fame as a troupe is fleeting however, for soon one among them will grow taller than all and crowd out his brothers, claiming the spotlight of sun for his own. All the world truly is a stage, weed or not.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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