-- weeds -- blueberry bush (survived to 2nd year, yay!) -- unidentified volunteers appearing for the 2nd year -- small tree seedlings -- stump that needs removing
But it's the back yard I despair of, the wooded area is overrun with garlic mustard.
That is way too complicated of a metaphor for me to untangle.
My literal garden is all weeds because we haven't turned it over and planted yet. Well, I started digging earlier this week because Molly was nagging me, but we didn't get very far. The weather hasn't been very good for it.
My metaphorical writing garden has this thing I planted some months back and it's been growing but now I'm thinking that it really doesn't look like the thing I ordered from the seed company, and also it really needs pruning -- drastic pruning -- but unfortunately it seems to be spreading, and maybe it was weeds after all? and what if the pruning makes it mad? and anyway it's taken over the path to the garage...
A weed is a plant that grows where it wants, not where someone has told it to.
A weed is a plant that's tough, that can survive and thrive without special care or the creation of an artificial environment.
A weed is a plant that surprises you.
A weed is a plant before it gets 'discovered'....sort of the way Europeans 'discovered' a continent other people had been inhabiting for millenia.
A weed is a plant that is suited to where it finds itself and can make use of any resource, however negligible - a crack in the pavement, a leak in the hose, a gap in the wall.
do you compost? My mother is the worst gardener in the world, but she loves to plant things and then fertilize it with compost...and see what the compost grows. We've had pumpkin, squash, and watermelon all by accident. I can never remember what she was supposed to be growing.
Weeds can be so beautiful, though. The smell of yellow dandelions, and the gorgeous puffball of white seeds -- and of course the bitterness of dandelion milk.
Clover is a weed, and the little green plants with tiny yellow flowers whose leaves taste like lemon. So are the tiny stalk plants which grow about 4 or 6 inches high with leaves up the stalks and then have purple flowers on top.
And no matter what happens, no matter how many kids trample on them and pick them and eat them and throw them at each other, they come back every year.
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-- weeds
-- blueberry bush (survived to 2nd year, yay!)
-- unidentified volunteers appearing for the 2nd year
-- small tree seedlings
-- stump that needs removing
But it's the back yard I despair of, the wooded area is overrun with garlic mustard.
That is way too complicated of a metaphor for me to untangle.
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The others are some exceptionally boring bulb plant, though: the broad, long, early leaves of bulbs and none of the blossoms.
I realize this doesn't help with the metaphor.
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My metaphorical writing garden has this thing I planted some months back and it's been growing but now I'm thinking that it really doesn't look like the thing I ordered from the seed company, and also it really needs pruning -- drastic pruning -- but unfortunately it seems to be spreading, and maybe it was weeds after all? and what if the pruning makes it mad? and anyway it's taken over the path to the garage...
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A weed is a plant that's tough, that can survive and thrive without special care or the creation of an artificial environment.
A weed is a plant that surprises you.
A weed is a plant before it gets 'discovered'....sort of the way Europeans 'discovered' a continent other people had been inhabiting for millenia.
A weed is a plant that is suited to where it finds itself and can make use of any resource, however negligible - a crack in the pavement, a leak in the hose, a gap in the wall.
Your garden sounds good to me.
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Clover is a weed, and the little green plants with tiny yellow flowers whose leaves taste like lemon. So are the tiny stalk plants which grow about 4 or 6 inches high with leaves up the stalks and then have purple flowers on top.
And no matter what happens, no matter how many kids trample on them and pick them and eat them and throw them at each other, they come back every year.