We are wild and we are fleeting. We last only a short time, so we burst forth and cover the hills with brilliant colors to steal glances of wandering eyes, to stoke the fires of the heart, to herald spring, to lasso and bring back memories of past colorful years to the sunny spot where they can be relived.
We need protection dear grasses. Please watch over us, secure our roots, shelter us from the harshest winds and catch the sunlight with your waving glinting seed pods to signal our appearance. We are brilliant and we are bright, but you, wild grasses, will be be here much longer than us. So please, share with us some of your enduring patience and tenaciousness, we the fields of wildflowers and we will perfume your air and lend our color to you dancing gracefulness. We are poppies and lupines and daisies and fiddle necks and wild mustard.
In every patch of earth there are contrasting forces that need each other to bloom.
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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