Photo by Rick Gush
The view of this “ weed garden ” from my office might not search pretty to some but , to me , I see a resilient , amazing while of plant .
sens are pretty coolplants . We gardeners spend a lot of our fourth dimension fighting weeds , but there is a lot to appreciate in these “ enemies . ” I really do n’t think of them as enemies ; they ’re more like the rightful resident of the blank space I ’m adjudicate to cultivate .
I will admit though that sometimes there are special weed that do call forth feeling of anger in me , and I can feel epinephrine flowing when I ’m pull them out . Stepping back a bit and looking at that reaction amuses me . Why does a green goddess make me angry just because it ’s growing so successfully in a place I had not desire it to develop ? Am I wacko ?
I have a chronicle of being emotionally confused in my kinship with gage . I once had a job cleaning up some flower bed for a peaked flat complex . Amid the unkempt apartment complex , the most attractive part was the lush , dark-green mourning band growth in the planting beds .
As I was pull out the first few weeds , I noticed what nice specimens they were , and I could bet around and predict the blue fate of the unexampled bedding due to be planted . I knew that , whatever new plants were planted , they would be mistreated , under - watered and notfertilized , because that ’s just the way the whole flat building complex was maintained . I began to question my moral right wing to obliterate all those wonderfully grow weeds just because some jerk in the office need me to . I spent a few more minutes ponder this personal dilemma , and then I walked into the spot and stop the problem , explicate the reason to a confused and annoyed handler .
I remember riding past those apartments a few weeks later and ensure that my predictions had been correct . The new petty plants , in the beds that had been cleaned by someone else , were mostly dead from dehydration or from patent tyre price in the beds . The beds face stinking , and in a unearthly way , I was happy not to have been much of a participant in the senseless massacre of the weeds . A few months subsequently , I saw that the dope were reestablishing themselves and develop back toward their old splendor .
That ’s one of the thing I like about weeds ; they are certainly more persistent and resourceful than the flush and vegetables I wedge into their territory .
Shown above are the weeds on the other side of my little creek . I have a big readiness of windows in the power and I get to see the whole round of smoke maturation in the patch there . There have been a honest amount of flowers this year and a continual pleasant carpet of motley green weeds . The cane and Jerusalem artichokes are dominating now , and I ’ll plausibly go over and harvest some of the footling Jerusalemartichoketubers this fall . The savage ones are dinky , but still have the great flavor .
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