On an exhausted field, only weeds grow

Today I am that exhausted field. My exertions, both physical and mental, have caught up with me a bit.

Just the way it is. I'll be growing weeds today, if anything.

But, hey, I LIKE weeds - a lot of them anyway. (On that list I would NOT include Ground Elder. Hateful, pernicious stuff and not even a particularly pretty flower to justify its existence.)

There are weeds and there are weeds...

...if I grow a few of these today in the exhausted field that is me, I won't be in the slightest bit disappointed.