Here we have two strange bedfellows. Neighbors they are: the weak and the strong, the delicate and the rough, the heavy and the light and together they perfectly complement each other. In the weed world and our world, opposites attract.
One day the great pine tree dropped a hundred pine cones. The weather had warmed to the perfect temperature and the tree knew its cones were ready. This one fell with a thunk, bounced a bit and landed deep in the soft cushion of pine needles. Before it settled it tossed a bit of the undergrowth about and stirred up some soil. The next morning tiny sprouts appeared next to the pine cone. Seeds of a delightful weed, Yellow Wood Sorrel, had awoken from their slumber, and with the scent of freshly tossed soil suffusing the air around them, they felt the need to rise and take a look around.
Their spot was chosen for them and the large rough wooden brute had helped make their home a welcoming one. Now they have shade in the afternoon, shelter from the wind, and company. I wonder what the conversations between these two are like. Is the pine cone gruff and practical, while the wood sorrel spouts dreams of fairy tales? If only I were a tumbleweed tumbling by, able to tarry and evesdrop for just little while.
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.