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“Look at all the pretty colors!” I said at the nursery. “I want flowers, too!” My property has lots of trees, grâce à Dieu, but no flowerbed, save the planter filled with bulbs (and purple ones at that!).
They’re over there, not over here, by the back door. I want flowers right here, where I enter the house. Something that says, “Hey, come on in and set a while.” Even if it’s just to myself.
Ah! I should just look a short way away from the front door, if I really want to be astounded by the weirdness that is a flower. Pretty store-bought varieties gracing the back door are not the only ones to set up house at my house.
This prickly weed popped up on the side of the driveway. I’ve been watching it grow for about a month now – it’s about two feet tall. Norm believes that it’s not a plant at all – it’s an alien pod. He may be right.
Even so, I asked him not to mow it. What if that pretty pink hue belies a nascent being, waiting for its moment to infect humans or snatch our bodies?
What if its thorns suggest that this is just a weed?
Perhaps the flower wrapped up in thorns will open and have its day to be acknowledged….as what?
Just because a being is different, unfamiliar, or completely misunderstood does not mean it is a weed.
It’s just a flower of another kind.
Being different is allowed.
Oh dear, I don’t understand why “different” is always interpreted as “unacceptable either Stacy. We have dandelions growing through our grass and the yellow flowers looks so pretty in the sun, yet they are a pest, and a weed. 😦
I do like the look of wildflowers in the lawn….or are they weeds? ❤
That is a great ending to your blog, Stacy, the best kind of sentence that just wraps life into a neat package–weeds and all–and begins to make it more palatable! I don’t care if it’s a weed or plant. Just so long as it’s green and grows. 🙂
That is exactly how I feel – about plants…..and people and other life forms as well, Kathy. ❤
I love their beauty, too, but I pull ’em out before they go to seed. If you don’t, you will have acres of them to pull. No fun! ~ Linne
So I’ve heard, Linne. I figure this one’s days are numbered!! ❤
The national flower of Scotland, for sure! (Not the national weed.)
Seriously? I think it’s pretty, myself. ❤
My grandmother would have spanked you for letting a thistle get that big!!!
xxx
A thistle, huh? Are you sure it’s not an alien? 🙂
LOL! She hated thistles. The cows loved to eat the flowers, but she was determined to kill them long before they bloomed and spread their seeds all over the pastures and the yards. It spreads the same way dandelion does. Be careful when the flower is all the way open. It will send out its spores on the wind, even when you pick it. 🙂 xxx
Good information, Red. I have seen them all over creation up here, but have never seen one before I moved to northern Louisiana. Now I know….but I still feel bad about calling it a weed. ❤
Weeds are merely flowers who never mastered growing in rows. ❤
It happens to the best of us. ❤