A Weed By Any Other Name….

Forget me Nots

Dear Friends,

Summer weather arrived in the Northwest this weekend and my husband John and I finally made it out into our too-long neglected garden. In the meantime, the weeds had grown like, well, weeds, and we spent hours pulling, hoeing, cussing and clipping in an effort to reclaim our garden.

Some weeds pose no moral dilemma. The pernicious buttercup, for example, or the promiscuous morning glory.  Clip and yank—into the compost with them—no looking back. But this year, conditions were just right for the forget-me-nots to thrive and there they are, their blue eyes winking at me as I wade through them, trying to decide how many to yank, how many to leave.

I’m reminded of the classic definition of weed: a plant in the wrong place. One person’s weed is another person’s beloved flower—or a bee’s source of pollen. John and I stopped mid-yank when we saw all the mason bees circling above the forget-me-nots, dipping in for a quick dusting. We realized we needed to leave some forget-me-nots for the bees.

Now, when we walk out the door, we can hear them buzzing, hovering above the forget-me-nots, and we can imagine that we’re helping to support them in their pollinating efforts.  If you want to help support bees, you can put up a mason bee house in your garden  or sign the petition to ban the pesticides that are wiping out the honey bees.

Consider the lesson of the weed, both in your life and in your writing. Do you swear at weeds you could simply move to a better place?  Could you—or someone else—make use of those weeds? Consider sending work to a new journal, finding the right home for that odd essay or poem. Or consider pruning and thinning what you you’ve written to let in more light, to allow for something else to take root.   

We hope you’ll share your “weed” stories with us here—and will find good uses for whatever looks, at first glance, like a weed. Beauty is in the eye of the bee.

Yours, pondering the complexities of weeding,

Holly

 

3 thoughts on “A Weed By Any Other Name….

  1. Lovely timing—your essay about weeds.
    Last weekend I facilitated a three day Spring Retreat called Tending Your Garden.
    We examined our deep rooted weed beliefs and examined their tendrils. We also decided what kind of seedlings, flowers, vegetables, light and space, we wanted in our inner gardens.
    Then we gathered all our root bound beliefs on various sizes of paper, lit a match, and offered them to the sky and cheered as they transformed and returned to earth.
    Happy Gardening,
    Rosalie Deer Heart

    • Oh, Rosalie, I love hearing about your weed ritual!. It sounds like a wonderful Spring Retreat and yes, serendipitous timing for my essay on weeds…thanks for responding.