Winter is here with a vengeance. Even though as I type this blog, my window is slightly ajar to let in some fresh air and that amazing yellow light. I know the light will not last to much longer as the days are short. The cold air comes quickly and I will be bundled up and headed for my homemade kotatsu (heated table).
These weeds on the concrete embankment of a small river is Ichikawa caught my eye the other day. Their roots had managed to edge themselves into the cracks in the cement and had been able to grow strong and powerful. They were reaching for that winter sunlight that makes me marvel. They are survivors. They have managed to eek out an existence in the inhospitable of places. Actually they aren’t really struggling, they are thriving in this urban environment.
To be a weed. To grow strong in the sunshine and make its home where ever its seed shall land.