My weed dogs are out! The heavy California rains have transformed my muddy clearing into a meadow of riotous weeds and wildflowers, all growing at breakneck speed to soak in the sunlight and warmth, drawing up all the water in the soil. The weeds race to mature and bloom. They stake their claims with each unfurled tendril and spreading root. They crowd each other in excitement, gathered together in celebration of longer days and milder nights.
The dogs sense that something is afoot. They can now run amongst the new life without getting cold and wet. No longer does the heavy clay mud stick between their toes. They are drawn to a plethora of exciting smells, signs of hidden life deep in the leaves and stems. Tender shoots taste like treats, so fresh and spicy. Tiny feet, carapaces and wings rustle and brush against the greens, creating ripples in this ocean of verdancy.
Before us, woman and dogs, lay a low lying carpet of fiddle necks, stinging nettles, foxtails, wild grasses, Mustard Grass, Filagrees, Telegraph Weeds, Chicory, Horehound, and young new things yet to be identified. The carpet will soon explode and reach towards the sky, requiring long high steps to make our way carefully through it. Now it is time to explore, weed hounds! It is time to strike out and greet new life, new views and feel the rush of Spring. Happy exploring, weed lovers!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!
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