I spend a small fortune each year fighting to keep this beautiful weed out of my yard. The complexity of its seeding intrigues me. The obnoxious proliferation, when left unchecked, drives me absolutely crazy.
As much as I hate these, they sure are pretty in their own little way.
A weed is nothing more than a plant growing in the wrong place. These seeds, like our thoughts, can be fruitful and provide nourishment, cause angst when its growth is unwelcome and sometimes just be beautiful in their own unique way.