The Crabgrass family had picked a nice spot to settle in, full of moist earth, full sun and lots of company. Their seeds would certainly spread in this delightful spot!
But then the Rabbits moved in. They dug up the block, ate most of the neighbors and pooped wherever that wanted. It was disgusting, and not at all civilized. Mrs. Crabgrass looked down on the Rabbits and their disruptive habits. She was proud of the position she and her kind had struggled to achieve in society. They were now accepted as lawn in many neighborhoods, and tolerated by many homeowners. The Crabgrass community had won many hard fought battles over territory and it sure looked like they were winning the turf wars. So to have her neighbors eaten and her front porch tunneled away at, well it was just shocking, and not at all okay.
She’d like to get her husband on it right away, and make those Rabbits move away, but what could he do, really? He could only stay in one place unless you counted his slow spread. He just was not motivated enough to be aggressive against animals.
Mrs. Crabgrass pondered her fate and the fate of her family. Would they too be eaten, slowly munched on until they could not longer harvest energy from the sun? Would they last the winter, or was extermination just at the edge of the tunnel? Is this what life in the suburbs had come to?
Dear Mrs. Crabgrass, there are no easy answers to your plight. But if winter continues to be chilly, you are not long for this neighborhood. Embrace your fate, dear weed. I’m sure you’ve sown enough seeds to revisit this place in another life.
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.
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