“Good Morning!” said the sow thistle. “I am alone and awake in the still garden with a glorious view of the sunrise. The vegetables and herbs lay low this season, as their growing is done. But I, I can grow no matter the season, or the weather. And though I am looked down upon and yanked out of the ground on occasion, I still thrive. My seeds are everywhere and they and I are patient. We wait for our opportunity. We sprout when glances have passed over us and on to greener pastures or bigger plans. We spread when the winds invite all others to take shelter. We find water in the cracks of highways and in the overspray from unintended donors. We are fine.”
“We survive. We thrive.”
Good morning dear weed. Thank you for sharing your joyful view of the day’s beginning and your privileged spot in this golden hued world we share.
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.