Happy weed.

How hard would this life be?

Making a home as best you can nestled into in a crack in the footpath.  

Surrounded by a few bits of scratchy old stray seaweed that has just blown in.  

Right by the front door too...every time someone went in or out you'd have to duck wouldn't you?

I've deliberately sidestepped this little weed for days and days.  Just to give the seeds on that tiny white flower head a chance to procreate somewhere more lush and somewhat safer.  Enabling weed happiness.

Ahhh....you thought I meant something else didn't you?