The entrance to the hidden garden lay beyond a tangle of tumbleweeds long dried out and full of hardened thorns; a heavily fortified defense. The tumbleweeds blocked easy passage, but I knew nothing was impossible. Sturdy boots long pants and gloves and I would be ready to tackle the obstacle. The first step was to identify the threat. Study it and learn about it. Next, gather supplies and wits. Plan.
The planning will take a while. I have an obstacle to overcome this evening, and it is late. The internet is conspiring against me. I’ll pick up my shovel and spade in the morning and launch my attack.
And now, hours have past. The pest of the internet has moved on to greener pastures and is busy tormenting someones else. I am free!
My planning has progressed to a new level. I will enter the mindset of a weed and I will make myself impervious to attack from thorns. I shall wind around the trees and slip through any crevice that offers itself up to me as a possible entry point. I shall explore all the options. I shall not give up. I shall push through broken dead wood. I shall been fence wire with my strength, aid by patience. Once I lay eyes upon what lies beyond the barrier I shall rejoice and I shall burst through triumphantly!
I shall explore the hidden garden and tread lightly and quietly, so as to not change it. And then, because I want to protect this hidden treasure and keep it wild, I will cover my tracks with the tumbleweeds I’d earlier piled up to the side. I will use them as my co-conspirators to help me protect something wild and wonderful.
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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