Weeds are unwelcomed guests in your garden beds, cracks in the sidewalk, and throughout your lawn. We curse them, try and kill them, and they bring out the beast in us as we yank them root and all from the Earth. Personally, I never have so much satisfaction as when I am pulling those suckers right out the ground. It is down right peacefull except when I end up pulling flowers that I thought were weeds.
When I plant my garden, I always swear that I will mark where I plant. The best laid plans of mice and men (in my case, women), right? Well, my markers fall down and I am not sure what I planted. So my weed friends grow and I am not sure if they are flowers or foes. Sometimes, I wait until they are large and call for reinforcements by sending my weed pictures to my county master gardener extension. I am always hoping that they will tell me that some bird dropped a master piece in my garden.
One day, I sent my pictures over to the master gardeners. I was all excited about one weed and swore it was special. The woman on the phone explained that “weeds are flowers that we don’t think are beautiful.”
Wow. Pretty profound, don’t you think? Some weeds have really beautiful flowers and I wonder why they are weeds.
Take a look at the picture above. Is this not an amazing weed?
With its white trumpet flowers?
And green fuzzy balls? So, gardeners what is it??? Tell me this is a weed. I dare you.
Weeds I think are like people. Some you find to be nuisance; Others you find they rub you the wrong way or make your world less beautiful. Just like people, weeds are all a part of Mother Nature. Why do we despise them so much? Why do make sure our lawns are pristine, not a hair of dandelion or clover left in the wake? Why do we spend so much money on watering and fertilizing our lawns? Is it a reflection of our perception of beauty?
Perhaps weeds are a metaphor for accepting what is not perfect in our world. Finding the beauty in everything?
Personally, I think we should stop and smell the flowers whether they are from weeds or plants. Spend less time trying to make our world so perfect and let a little weed mess up our landscape canvas.
What are your thoughts about our obsession with weeds? Do you see any parallels with weeds in our own lives?