A weed is basically an unwanted plant that’s growing and competing with desired plants. So, in essence, a rose can be a weed as much as dandelions (though some people eat dandelion leaves in their salads – much too bitter for me).
Given the state of my front garden, any of the existing plants can be a weed. Since spring, I’ve neglected a lot of my outside duties (heat, indoor updates, procrastination, laziness, etc.). Now, the overgrowth has made it difficult to discern what was meant to grow where. Though the heat isn’t easing up, I’ve decided I’d better do a bit of weed whacking before I break a city code, if there’s one. Who knows, maybe you can actually see the hidden stone path when I’m done.
In addition to the challenge of weed identification, I’ll have to contend with allergies. I thought about it all morning and wrote a quick poem about it (procrastination can inspire creative writing). I’ll probably rework it later since it’s a first draft.
The Allergen
Goldenrod blooms,
Ragweeds rage;the wind-pollinated plants
strike at morning.The sun burns red
on closed eyes,dry,
underneath
where movement stings,
pains
and scratches.Wear a face mask,
avoid breathing,
and hide watery eyes.
I’m really not looking forward to planting myself in the middle of summer heat and allergens all day – maybe I should wait until the temperature cools to avoid heat stroke.
Maybe it’ll rain.
The only thing green on MY lawn is the nutsedge. Somehow classified as a weed, Nutsedge grows faster than grass, looks greener, is more robust in drought and harder to kill with chemicals. It sounds like the term weed was given to it by lawn care companies.
Hmmmm….so, how exactly does “survival of the fittest” apply to weeds?