It was July 2021 and I was in a funk. Here we were, on the cusp of some semblance of normalcy after more than a year of COVID-19, when the Delta variant threw us all for a loop. For some reason, I took it particularly hard. One morning I decided to finally tackle the weeds out front. I pulled pokeweed and crabgrass, a bit of clover. Next to the garage was a tangled mess of a plant, about 2 feet high and 4 feet long. It sure looked like a weed; it was unsightly.