Taunt. Threaten. Deride. Coerce. Your barbs are sharp and they are meant to silence me, to hold me back, to contain me, and make me behave. I do not want trouble, so I retreat to the background for a while, and I realize as I do, my hanging back reduces the amount of suspicion focused on me. I find it is easier to move freely when not under surveillance.  You think you have won.

Tucked among the grasses, I feel my strength grow. I observe the barrier that’s presented before me. I study it. It has lived a long life. It is rusted, and yes it is sharp and strong, but only in certain places. In other places it is vulnerable and uneven, just like me.

I can wind myself around it. I can bend and flow under and over and entwine myself around it and confuse the sharpness of it with my soft form. I can even loosen its hold on its support and I can uproot it from the ground. I call out to my sisters and together we work our charms to set ourselves free.

You thought your barrier would limit us but we turned it into a frame to better present our view of infinite possibilities. That which does not kill you makes you stronger.

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.

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