April 18th, 2010
|11:34 am - Weeds|
In between my other pressing activities of late -- work, more work, more work still, trying to get back in the exercise groove, obsessing about writing projects, and making travel arrangements for a small holy pilgrimage to the high desert next month -- I have been weeding.
You might well ask, "aren't you the most allergy-ridden woman in the eastern United States, subtropical region?" And you would be right. My weeding involves my first estimating that I can afford to lose four hours, then taking Benadryl, then pulling weeds until the sleepiness kicks in.
Still, I've got a trash barrel full of weeds pulled (and only a corner of the backyard done). So there's that.
I should note that I don't pull all weeds, oh dear me no. 'Cos I don't actually grow grass, you know, fear of pesticides and wasting water and all. [slight embarrassed cough] Every time a patch of "clover" (it's probably really a form of oaxalis) appears, I do a happy dance. If I were a lawn-proud suburbanite, I'd be yanking that stuff out lest it touch my precious St Augustine or Zoysia or whatever; I, as mentioned, dance.
Which gets me thinking about weeds and definitions, about how I might think of other elements in my life as *good* weeds or bad weeds. What can I pull up, what should I welcome?
So that's my question for you -- in metaphorical terms, what are *good* weeds for you, what are bad?
However (or whether!) you answer that question, I wish you a good green week. :-)
In what is a kind of high poetry, I suspect: the worst weeds I have are those I planted myself. notably Claridge Druce, a rampant self-seeding root running hardy geranium, Motherwort, a medicinal herb, and, for my sins, a winter blooming honeysuckle.
Julia, second family festivity day and my brain already feels like old tires.
the worst weeds I have are those I planted myself.
Oh, that's a spin of the metaphor that works (unfortunately) -- I too plant my own worst weeds.
|Date:||April 18th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)|| |
Daisies at their daisiest.
Hopes the meds do the trick.
[offers you a weed-free time to breathe]
:;applause:: Am impressed! Also, envious.
For me, the good weeds are the ones that fill in empty spaces and look relatively attractive without choking out plants I want to keep healthy. bad weeds? I.e., tasks that proliferate without actually demanding my full attention, and will generally not rate more than a rumble on the local seismometer.
There is absolutely no reason to be impressed or envious. The place still looks awful. ;-)
I approve of your twist of the metaphor, though! Hurrah you!
I will spare you the weeds, and instead offer some flowers. And Benadryl. :-)
Small pilgrimages are good. Am trying to plot one of my own. Need a BREAK.
[shares allergy meds with you]
[hopes you get a break soon]
|Date:||April 18th, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)|| |
I have to admit, I'm rather fond of dandelions, and oxalis, although I wish we had some of the purple kind - the yellow is getting monotonous. The geraniums and pelargoniums are getting weedlike, inasmuch as they take over wherever they're planted and get big and spready. But the flowers are pretty.
"I'm afraid there's no denyin'/I'm just a dandy lion..." immediately popped into my head. ;-)
But hurrah for dandelions and oxalis, nevertheless, and hugs for you!
i always think the rass in your part of the world is rather weedy looking (it was no fun to play on in my youth) so I find oxalis an execllent substitute. Mostly, I figure though that it's a weed if it grows where you don't want want it, or it stabs you(thistle things), raises welts and causes itchies (poison oak) or looks nasty dead even when it's flourishing (those tall, stalky weeds that look like a cross between dandelions--which I love--and really spiky thistles).
Gentle hugs and best wishes for a relaxing evening with relatively little histamine activity.
those tall, stalky weeds that look like a cross between dandelions--which I love--and really spiky thistles) -- These! These are what I've been pulling all weekend!
Hugs, ALH, and agreement, and good thoughts for Monday. :-)
oh, I HATE those.
And they make for a stiff back, too, all that bending and pulling. Going to the office may seem restful by comparison--at least I hope so!
Hugs and reflected good thoughts for your week. (We're going to Ashland again, so it should be a lovely week for us....)
Hurrah for Ashland! Enjoy the theatre for me. :-))
I'll look up that book on weeds! Thanks, L.
And may you have a lovely week, full of good green things! [hugs]
I wish I could tell the difference between a good weed and a bad. Some things you let grow and the result - a charming idiosyncrasy. Other things might end up making you bat-shit crazy.
I love Queen Anne's Lace, but it does tend to take over and choke out a lot of other stuff before you know it.
I don't know the difference between good weeds (ie. flowers) and bad, either, most of the time. Reading gardening publications doesn't help, because the core assumption is usually Only Grass is Good. But we persevere. ;-)
Clover, honey, and joy, S! :-)