Some days (today), my first thoughts when waking are about weeds. On the days when I'm waking up at 4 am to head to the field to weed, these thoughts are ominous.
But today I'm just admiring them. Andrew and I spend a lot of time in places that most people wouldn't visit, searching for beautiful materials that no one else would ever use. Usually (okay, almost always) these are weeds, but we don't discriminate (unless the weeds are dangerously close to overtaking something good in our fields).
You have to admire something that will grow anywhere, even when someone is threatening to pull it out by the roots.
Reread some old (1989!) Michael Pollan this morning: "Weeds are not the Other. Weeds are us."
Virginia Creeper [Parthenocissus quinquefolia] is climbing on the wall in the image above. Not necessarily a weed, just invasive (although I suppose it depends on who you ask).