Dried flowers, Reifel Island. |
And now, in its decreptitude, it still provides joy; the pleasure of structure, of tiny flower shapes (which are probably the base of long-departed seeds), the dry rustle of dead leaves on a silent afternoon, the warmth of browns on a grey-blue day.
The birds and the bugs know best; catch them saying, "just a weed"! Never.
Where would we be without weeds - seriously.
ReplyDeleteOohh - just seen a nuthatch in the garden - Wow!
Got to go
very true
ReplyDeleteHere is a wonderful article about weeds that I found in Natural History magazine. (Seems like Peter Del Tredici's book would be a must-have for people in my part of the country.)
ReplyDeleteLove the perspective! I now leave a patch of the yard alone and let the weeds compete with each other- it does attract wildlife.
ReplyDeleteI love this post...thank you.
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