Every year, as soon as the first cool breezes of Spring tickle my nose, I revert to a more primal self, and once again begin my flirtation with nature. I love color. All colors. That is why, over the last ten years, I have slowly continued to add gardens to my yard. Since my yard is mostly shaded, a lot of time is expended selecting perennials that flourish in the woodland setting as well as an assortment of annuals to punch up the landscape. By May, the people at the nurseries that we haunt pretty much know us by name.
I was thinking about that this morning as I walked the dogs. Our street is tree lined and forested on both sides. The few homes nest well back in the woods at the end of long, winding driveways. A rural environment personified. As we progressed and the dogs happily disappeared into the ferns that look like green waves breaking over the shoulder of the road, I began to look a little closer at the beauty that surrounded me, provided free of charge by Mother Nature. I do not know the botanical names of most of what I viewed, so I lumped them all into the same category of flora, namely weeds.
It was as if the wild was competing with the domesticated for attention, trying to improve its status by adopting a ‘look at me’ attitude. And look I did. They have been there every day, and this is the first time I saw them. I mean really saw them. In their own unruly way, they were beautiful. You want color? I’ll give you color. You want stately? I can do that too.” Needless to say, I came away with a whole new appreciation for my little piece of perfect. I decided to preserve some of this wild wonderland and snapped a few pics to share with you as a reminder that beauty is where you find it. Never forget to stop and smell the weeds.