6/24/07
Through the window I notice an odd sight that keeps my attention.
Perched tall like little soldiers in the gravel and sprouting alongside the curb, stand weeds with a peculiar confidence and pretty yellow blooms.
I'm in awe for a few moments at the sight.
No one had planted the seeds, yet they had sprouted up out of nowhere.
I thought, 'If there's ever been anything misunderstood in nature, it must have been the unwanted, tenacious, stubborn, annoying weed.'
I then went on a small weed hunt in which I didn't have to go far.
There were a couple of questions that came to mind. (humor me):
*When was the very first record of the weed and who called it that?
hmm...
*Who labeled the weed a nuisance?
Maybe grass is the real plague, yet we choose to keep it.
*Why do weeds bloom fetching yellow, white, even purple flowers?
It must be a decoy or defense mechanism so we wont uproot it. (how clever a plant).
I think I may have understood them for just a moment.
I have to say though, whenever I see a dandelion, there is an uncontrollable urge to pick it and blow........
*Why do weeds bloom fetching yellow, white, even purple flowers?
It must be a decoy or defense mechanism so we wont uproot it. (how clever a plant).
I think I may have understood them for just a moment.
I have to say though, whenever I see a dandelion, there is an uncontrollable urge to pick it and blow........
