There are weeds overhead. There are weeds Over my HEAD!
There are weeds on my roof. There are weeds IN my roof!
My ROOF is WEEDS!
My weeds shelter me.
They strengthen the decaying wooden shingle roof, absorbing the rain and diverting the droplets away from gaps.
My weeds comfort me, dampening the noise of thunder.
They create a warm and cozy space for me under their roots, with filtered sunlight, humid breaths and the smell of earth.
My weeds make my roof into a living thing.
I am living in a living shack because my weeds make it so. Field mice, insects and the birds that come to eat the bugs all call my roof home.
My weed roof sings me to sleep with the night breezes, misplaced grass blades humming with life.
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.