Weeds — I hate the ones that persistently sneak out of the brick pavers in our back deck at home. As soon as I spot them I know what awaits me. And on those glorious days (NOT!) that I spend on my hands and knees yanking them out (’cause I don’t believe in spraying them dead), I wish they didn’t exist. But…I marvel at them; at their ability to spread, to overwhelm their surrounding areas, to resurface, and the speed at which they reappear. “If only I could be a weed,” I think sometimes. To be that resilient, to have that energy.Through the years, I’ve grown accustomed to their presence and have become more accepting of them. Nowadays this chore has even become sort of a meditation time for me, because every time I’m at it, I can’t help but think about the weeds in my own life — the negative vibes, the obstacles, the setbacks, and the challenges. And I use this time to try to sort things out.
Needless to say I’ve gotten to know the weeds in my backyard pretty well. I know now that it’s easier to yank them from their roots than to spray them and wait ’till they dry dead and then remove them. And that there are some which are worth letting be because pretty flowers spring out of them. You could say I’ve learned to pick and choose, in the process making my yard look more beautiful.
My friends, you know what I’m getting at, right? Get to know the weeds in your yard, and more so those in your life, weeding out wisely.
“Persistent Beauty” – Black Canyon of the Gunnison Nat’l. Park, CO 
Copyright © July 2008 Connie Perez. All rights reserved.
“Weeds are flowers too,
once you get to know them.”
~ A. A. Milne
once you get to know them.”
~ A. A. Milne
Category: The Scenic Route
Very beautiful photo and wonderful words of wisdom.
Thanks,
JM
You have to admire (some) weeds for their persistence and sheer stubbornness, they stick through no matter what, bouncing back season after season. Some weeds are actually signs of a healthy eco-system in one’s garden. Others were at one time brewed as health tonics (dandelion wine). It’s all in how you look at ’em. I once told my sister I am like a burr when it comes to protecting those I love, when it comes to faith, something or someone I truly believe in, I latch on and refuse to let go. I rather like that about me. Her response? Yeah, and when someone tries to pluck you off you prick them ’til they bleed! Another friend has (often) compared me to a pit bull when I get it into my head to do something. Hmmmmmm, weeds and a pit bull, well, Con, this post has certainly given me a LOT of food for thought!
Glad to be of service. : )