These were the two stately weeds I spied yesterday, at which I wanted to get a closer look. They stood impervious to my efforts at climbing over rocks, avoiding creek mud and brushing aside the foxtail that engaged my ring and attention yesterday. So today, these two are due respect.
The two weeds knew there is much to observe and keep track of, creekside. Their position allowed for open views and was protected by the surrounding terrain and the inaccessibility of the area. They stood in ordered formation, flanking each other for ease of communication and back up, if needed. Camouflage was a skill that they had not yet mastered but they felt they blended in quite well with the creek environment, most of which was green, so stand tall they would. Water flowed at the creek, and that brought many creatures in range of their observation project. The two weeds proudly watched and learned the habits of the birds, rabbits, lizards, snakes, bees and flies, mosquitos and the odd hiker. At dusk and dawn the coyotes came with their young to drink and chase the rabbits for fun and for food.
Their neighbor, the old wizened gold weed, dried up from long exposure to the reflected sun among the rocks tried repeatedly to tell the young green upstarts that no commanding officer would be coming to debrief them. No one would come to collect their data. But the two green observers ignored the dried up advice that might stunt growth and imagination. They drank instead of the power and thrill that came from learning and feeling important. Their position allowed them to swell and stretch further towards the sky as they uncovered the truth about creekside.
I wonder, would all their strategic information gathering result in new weed protocols? I’d ask them, but I think their training would prevent them from revealing their secrets. They don’t look ready to talk.
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.