Might I be some kind of monster? Is it that I appear sharp toothed and fierce some, haunted and lonely…is that why I am misunderstood? I have no desire to devour my foes, only to survive. I want to live in the sun, not forever be chained to the bog and the shadows. I want to bloom and be admired for my singular beauty and my charming qualities: my swift growth and magical appearance where least expected, my far reaching spores hidden underground, instead of being kicked off away like a poisoned idea that might infect the purer conventional beauties around me.
But I must be strong, for I will never quite fit in with the others. I will stand out and be misunderstood, even reviled. In that unique position then, I will shine. I will embrace my quirks and dank qualities. I will be proud to be different and mysterious. There will be those who appreciate something a little different. Those folks will be bold and they will find me and admire that I have chosen my own path. They may even be inspired to look at things a little differently and to appreciate those who at first have a bit of monster in them.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.