Weed: A plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants.
I’ve always thought that the word “weed” was a symbol of what’s wrong with human logic. Mostly it says, “If I don’t want it there it must be labelled as undesirable and purged.” This is our approach to nature, politics, social media, and a host of other things and the notion never yields good results. The same is true when we spray the heck of out our lawns with poisons just to eliminate dandelions which are more beneficial and beautiful than the grass we’re supposedly protecting. I bring this up because a “weed” showed up in our backyard.
Chantal has a big patch of day lilies growing next to the steps to our deck. At this time of year, the flowers are gone but the long strings of foliage are still nice to look at… except for our weed.
Yes, it has encroached upon the garden, invaded our space. It sits proudly, head up and says “What’cha gonna do about it?” Well, we’ve adopted it and it’s one of our favorite features in the backyard, if only for its audacity. I had to draw it – our single Rudbeckia. Where it came from we do not know. But it’s here and its our weed and we love her.