The sign read “Modern Studio Apartment for Rent…Great Stone Accents, Cozy and Secure”. The two weeds were out-of-towners and could not read between the lines of the advert. The price was right so they snapped it up, sight unseen! On moving day, the two weeds daren’t let the other know that they were disappointed in the accommodations, because as best friends, they often buoyed each other up to get through challenges. So each weed sidled in and put down roots, as deep as possible. It was excellent exercise, to stretch down so far to find a scrap of soil at the bottom of the crevice, and both weeds felt proud that they had managed to persevere.
Two weeks later however, both weeds felt the pinch. What could they do, newly settled and having agreed to stick together in this small space? They wanted to grow, so they would adjust. Both weeds had cousins who lived in the country, who spread roots and branches so wide as to make a three foot wide circle of shade. Their cousins were weeds who could spread their seed with the aid of throngs of bees who visited the plethora of neighborly weeds, all together in a sunny meadow. But our two room mate weeds would survive in their urban concrete enclosure by adapting. Small they would grow, not tall. One seed they might spread, not a ton. Together they would stay, and neither would crowd the other out, for companionship was better than conquering. They would be room mates and they would embrace their constraints so as to thrive in the face of adversity.
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.