A tiny crack widened by ants gave me the purchase I required to sprout. My foothold was secure and I could strengthen and build up my stem layer by layer to force apart the concrete, mortar and plaster. The rigid hardness that has the power to stand stalwart against forces of water and wind and gravity cannot withstand my probing roots, my tendrils of green life. I am but one little weed with the power to bring down a wall. I could crumble it, in time.
But, as a weed, I love to let live the others around me. I prefer to blend in and if I can, take over to transform, but not to destroy. Give me a wall and I will gladly climb it with tendrils and suckers, but I like that it supports me and offers me a view higher than I could reach on my own. I grow slowly in such a tight space, but my leaves will unfurl to greet the sky and I may be lucky enough to flower.
As a weed, I take my small gains and call them successes. I love my tiny space with the deposit of sand below that has given me a chance. No matter how humble, there is no place like home.
Prosper all, weed friends and spread out your toes in celebration of your special place!
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.