Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them…
~A.A.Milne from Winnie the Pooh (Eeyore)
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “Inversnaid”
A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Fortune of the Republic
I’ve always identified with weeds more than cultivated blooms. I too have undiscovered virtues – I’m fluffy, I thrive where I’m not necessarily wanted or needed, and tend to be resilient through frost, drought or flood.
The persistence of weeds inspires me to just let them be.
As their weedy wildness lies just beneath the surface,
I too flourish, a witness to a world bereft of softness.
O let them be left.
Let me be left.
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