Our garden has been planted for several weeks now, and the vegetables are emerging and declaring themselves in tidy rows.
So too, the weeds are reappearing in their usual chaotic and careless fashion, threatening to overtake the orderliness of the garden in a demonstration of chlorophyllous entropy. It will soon become the battle of the sprouts, linear vs. scattershot. Our side will need reinforcements.
So we are compelled to intervene to salvage the dignity of the domesticated seed at risk of being overwhelmed by indefatigable weeds that run wild. If left unchecked, the weeds would happily choke out the peas and lettuce and carrots, for no other reason than to be able to say it can be done.
Truly, the only harvest left unscathed would be the radishes, which have perfected the art of growing faster than weeds in the race to maturity. No weed would dare to threaten the ambition of a radish.
Only the gardener can dare to take a bite–always surprisingly, the wily radish bites back.