If goose-grass - cleavers - Robin-run-the-hedge - were a crop that I could harvest and consume, I would be giving thanks for its abundance.
If dandelion seeds could be eaten, drunk, smoked, sold, I would be rich.
But they are not.
So I am neither giving thanks for them, nor am I rich. I'm just having a moan before I take the battle to the flowerbeds AGAIN.
I do this every year. You would have thought they'd get the message that they are not welcome by now.