All day long the Cedar tree had been launching needles down like lancets from its upper branches, targeting the ground, the grass and the mushrooms which flagrantly puffed up and spread more with each passing hour. The Cedar was trying to create a blanket of pointy bits that would remind all to look up. It gave the Cedar great pleasure to see the needles standing tall like pinpricks in the lawn, acting as sentinels to the superiority of trees. The Cedar was lofty and had great perspective, but it could not easily control its aim. Its needles flew and spun and sometimes drifted before settling to the ground. But sometimes all forces came together and the needles hit their mark spot on. The trueness of the aim of one such ninja needle is evidenced here by the bullseye piercing of the mushroom.
The mushroom had not been impressed by the display he’d observed all day long. “It doesn’t take much power to fling things down”, he’d thought earlier. But then he got stabbed. “Hey, I’m growing here!” the cranky mushroom yelled up at the Cedar. The Cedar glanced down at the mushroom and shrugged, wafting his branches in a non-commital manner. There wasn’t much the Cedar could do, and really, he wasn’t too concerned. Trees often consider themselves high above the matters of weeds. “Well,” thought the mushroom, “if I am left to my own devices, than I shall grow around this trivial foreign body and absorb it. I shall not be deterred and looked down upon by a shedding tree.”
And so in this manner, both continued on their way – the Cedar shedded hundreds of more lancets, and the mushroom grew larger and plumper moment by moment. Undeterred and not overly concerned.
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.