There is nothing so strangely rewarding as the feeling of sore muscles and bruises after a hard day’s work, or after a fight. On those days, you just gotta sink into the pain and embrace it. Be proud that you had the strength to make your mark and meet your opponent. Hopefully you came out on top, but if not, I hope you fought with honor.
This weed, the remnants of Picris Echiodes, fought valiantly and colorfully all spring and summer, using its sharp thorns to protect its blossoms and seeds. And now, curled in rest, this weed is proud of how well it fought, and not too shy to show you how well armed a fierce weed can be. Even curled and dry, it looks to be holding onto life until Spring. Its thorns still prick, so give this weed its respect.
I am inspired by things that grow in the ground and blow in the wind. I like to play in the dirt, especially when planting something, and can talk to trees. I like to look closely at things that at first seem small, insignificant, dried out, or contrary. Weeds may not welcome me with swollen blossoms, but the visual treasure they offer up, are well worth a look. Do you agree? I hope that these images of the oft-overlooked pest of our gardens and yards may give to you some delight, hope, or a new thought to make your daily journey just a little bit more inspired.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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