I have a complex relationship with weeds that refuse to vanish. I loathe the ones that strangle my plants and grow, well… like weeds. But the ones I see on my daily walks with the dogs are a very different story.
Growing profusely after a ton of recent rain, wild weeds – many with flowers – have taken over vacant blocks, sides of roads and the paddocks that surround our town. After months of damp on damp, and intense sunshine in between, they are in full glory. All the poison in the world won’t catch them. The weeds are now in charge.
Pattersons curse is nasty to livestock but pretty on the eye
Apart from the Bindis that hurt her padded feet, Piper our new collie-mutt pup doesn’t mind a bit of weed sniffing. Piper has been with us for 4 months now. We keep her close. No big bush walks for this girl. But she’s happy with strolls by the river and the park and we are determined to give her a long, long, happy life.
It seems that some weeds are nicer to sniff than others
At the river there are lots of thick rushes and grasses. When the rains come, the water swells up, bulldozing every plant, weed and reed in its wake. The native water birds love it when this happens. Piper and I like to watch them jumping noisily from twiggy patch to patch — as if testing new king size beds in a super store.
I think the grasses are as nice as the weeds
I read once that some moths are prettier than butterflies which reminds me of some weeds versus ‘plants with flowers’. More proof that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
This lone yellow weed emerged from a nest of thorns
Google says that weed etymology relates to herbs and weaving which makes sense. Abundant, tough, resourceful. But also things that got ‘weeded out’ by modern medicine and technologies. No one ever likes intruders.
But perhaps weeds have something that everyone needs more than ever: resilience. They thrive despite our will to control them and replenish themselves in a beat. When I weed my garden, I pull them out of one crack, and they pop up in the next a week later. In my new garden bed, that I planted down the back of our place, the weeds and I are waging a war.
The weeds are winning
I think I’m ready to give up. The weeds will eventually burn off in the summer heat. In the meantime, they make my garden look greener and fuller. If anything these resilient plants deserves their place in the sun, or cracks in the concrete, roof gutterings… or wherever they so please.