“I’d rather be a tall, ugly weed.”
This is the last line of Julio Noboa Polanco’s poem, Identity.
Many of my posts have been about cultivated plants and flowers,
purposely bred, raised and carefully tended.
In Julio’s poem this type of plant is described as “watered, fed, guarded, admired, but harnessed to a pot of dirt”
I have chosen to give some attention on Wednesdays to the wild plants
that are sometimes called weeds.
Not all weeds are wild and not all wild plants are weeds.
Weed is a term used to refer to a plant growing where it is not wanted.
Weed is also used as a verb referring to the removal of the unwanted plants.
This is not the case when using the slang term Weed to refer to marijuana/Cannabis/hemp.
It is possible to weed weeds while smoking weed. If you confuse these three you may end up in a bit of a jam.
So today, I will show you some tall weeds on the Alley farm the are far from ugly.
These may be called wild flowers by people who appreciate their beauty.
A former post “Weeds are the Champions” highlighted the resilience of weeds.
I would like to tweak that to say “Wild is the Champion” for this post.
These lovely plants were neither planted nor tended.
God is the best gardener.
I have nothing in my garden that compares to this vine.
The butterflies love this tall Joe Pye Weed.
I was a bit jealous that I wear myself out taking care of my “harnessed hybrids” ,
while all this beauty was totally maintenance free.
Follow the Flower.
Given that I have a wild garden, most of it consists of ‘weeds’. But it is a place full of wildlife too and that has to be good doesn’t it?
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You have a wonderful garden wild or not. Everywhere I travel I photograph gardens AND wild plants. A later post will be on the advantages of indigenous over exotic. Stay tuned ducky.:)
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Oh my, your jo pye– so beautiful. Great post.
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