In the dead of winter it is amazing how your perspective changes.
Last I saw of these weeds I was bemoaningthe fact that I had neglected to take care of them...meaning uproot and destroy!
Now that it is winter and everything is bare I am finding them quite beautiful.
My nemesis has become my muse!
I will still hate them in the summer when their little seeds have sprouted everywhere, but for now I will enjoy them for there stark and unusual beauty!
Today the prickly weeds...tomorrow the fluffy!
