I am not a weed

June 22, 2015

There were no lawns in Soldiers Summit, the town where I lived until I was four, only wild grasses and flowers. Every spring the dandelions bloomed. I loved the huge yellow blossoms dotting the hillside, and when they went to seed, I thought of them as ghost flowers. Dandelions are as beautiful as any flower cultivated in a garden, yet people lay poison on their lawns to kill them. Below is a small photo tribute to the despised plants that we call weeds.

 

I am not a weed.

I am not a weed.

 

I am a beautiful flower

I am a beautiful flower.

 

We are not weeds.

 

We make a garden wherever we grow.

We make a garden wherever we grow.

 

By a tree . . .

By a tree . . .

 

. . . or beside a waste treatment plant.

. . . or beside a waste treatment plant.

 

Wild Gardens

We are all flowers. Let us live.

 

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