The weed

There is a weed growing outside in a pot left behind. I look out the window and each day the weed has grown. More spikes; is somewhat scary. I tried to cut the growing stalk before the plant became problematic -- or, in other words, out of control -- but I didn't have the tools nor the strength. I knew there was a problem -- I could see the plant growing -- but I kept forgetting about it. My mind was focused on other matters. And I keep coming back to the weed: growing evermore.

I look out the window again. The weed is there. What to do? I need to acquire the tools to stop the weed growing; to ensure the plant doesn't obscure my view of the world from the window for the months to come.