On a grey cold morning, the weeds in the meadow were frosted with winterized dew that highlighted the softness and tenderness of the baby weeds just starting their campaign to dominate the landscape. The waves of greens and grays and purples beckoned and begged to be touched, promising softness in varying hues of green. But even though the weeds were still tender, every touch must be tentative, as the weed defenses are always in play, and never dormant. Prickles still hurt, even when it is a baby weed that wields its thorns.
It is a wonder to see the green sprouts of weeds spread out into a low plush carpet to soften the dirt floor which lies barren and broken in the winter until the weeds take root. And then, what a transformation! In no time at all these baby weeds will be knee high and will choke out other plants that try to grow here. But at this early stage, these weeds are still a treasure of nature, and a delight to see.
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.