Every clod feels a stir of might,
And instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
—James Russell Lowell
Unless someone with a weed whacker gets to it first.
June 28, 2016
Or maybe the title should be, “The importance of laying low once you have succeeded.” or “The dangers of the Victory Dance.” Hmmm. But I like “There are no Guarantees” too!
The poor weed would have been whacked even if he didn’t do the victory dance — he was just unlucky to be in the wrong place. Sad, but life works like that some times. 🙁
🙂
Agreed!
sad!
I can’t even watch when they do the roundup commercial on tv
where the family of dandelions are blooming so beautifully in the crack on the sidewalk and they annihilate them!
yes.
i’m a HSP for sure! 🙂
I identify with weeds growing in cracks in the sidewalk, so I’m with you!
I like to think of those plants as “wild flowers” – most of them have character, some are even the herbalist delight…those weed wrackers are another breed altogether IMHO
Last week, I watching the snowdrops coming up and ready to bloom – along the edge of the driveway – then the trucks starting churning up said driveway – the snowdrops were just far enough out of reach of their wheels – UNTIL they bought the metal in and the grader was determined to get metal up to the edges – “goodbye 🙁 nice snowdrops”
That’s sad about the snowdrops. But at least weed whackers and other physical destroyers give the plant a chance to grow again, unlike herbicides.
Years ago I went on a day trip with co-workers.
(different job back then.)
One woman who I had never really cared for but tried to get along with, was among the group as we walked down a brick sidewalk.
In one of the cracks was a little flower and she bent over it as we all exclaimed how pretty it was.
Then she pulled it out of the crack!
I was horrified. I mean, why???
THEN she smelled it for a moment and threw it into the grass.
That was the moment when I quit trying to be pleasant and kept my distance from her.
I choose to stay far away from people like that if I can.
How horrible! The poor little struggling plant. 🙁