My Weed

There is a whole world on one weed in my garden.


I did not kill this weed because of a hybrid I fell in love with in Tuscany.


So when I saw it growing on the bank, I staked it up to compare it with the hybrid.


What a wonderful weed it has been.


This wild Passion vine/Maypop/Passiflora incarnata has been a whole laboratory.


There are ants on the pods and stems.




The best part is all the caterpillars of various sizes.



Tiny, shiny, spiky, orange and black caterpillars of Fritillary butterflies.



I check on this plant every day and find something new.

An added bonus is a beautiful, blue morning glory that grew up into the Passion vine.


My daddy’s favorite color of blue, bluebird blue.


I have been blessed by this weed.  I am so thankful I did not kill it.

Where would all those lovely caterpillars be?  Nowhere, that’s where.

Follow the weed.

5 thoughts on “My Weed

  1. My father in law passed several years ago – one of my favorite chats with him was about his memories of stomping Maypops after getting off the school bus (in the early 1930s) I always leave the ones in my yard and stomp a few in his honor. Mine should be blooming soon!

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