Here’s a thought that came to my inbox from the Daily OM:
A plant is a weed only within a certain context;
one person’s weed is another person’s wildflower.
I sure will be glad to see honeybees (and bumblebees) in my weedy -- whoops! I mean my flower-filled yard again. That reminds me of a poem I read somewhere or other that was talking about the flow of the seasons. It contained this line:
Oh, that’s the reason a bird can sing;
On the darkest day, it believes in Spring.
I wish I knew who wrote that so I could give credit where credit is certainly due.
BEEattitude for Day #471:
Blessed are those who sing for the fun of it, for they shall spread joy and have it bounce right back to them.
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2 comments:
So true! An interesting point also is that many so called weeds are herbs & very valuable to those of use who are Herbalists!
You're right, Mesheril. Thanks for pointing that out.
A woman who is knowledgable about herbs visited me last year and went ecstatic over all my "weeds."
And, of course, the bees like them, too.
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