They take over.
When life is not coming up rosesL.F. Young
Look to the weeds
and find the beauty hidden within them.
I had roses in my last two posts, but I don’t have any more. All that’s left is weeds.
As for finding beauty, you don’t have to tell me twice. I am that blogger who dedicated a whole category to ugly things.
Maybe I should have said: I, for one, welcome my new weeds overlords.