Pulling weeds is not my idea of fun. But it is therapeutic. Very. There are many hurt feelings, looks, sighs, and frustrations that have died a slow death in a weed pile in my yard. And I was healthier for it. Besides...it's better than driving to a gym and working out next to some tiny thing in a pink leotard.
But what one person considers a weed, another may consider a treasure. The ground cover here, called Frog Fruit (I have no idea why) is listed as a weed in some books. It grows wild, spreads easily and needs very little water. So for me, it is a nice addition to a xeriscaped side yard. It has tiny little white flowers that kind of just show up sometimes; uninvited. They ask for nothing-no water, no mulch, no special raised bed. They just bloom when the plant is left to grow as it was intended.
Sometimes I think we want to weed out people that don't fit into our landscape. They aren't as pretty as the roses nor do they stand proud like the gladiolas. They don't want the environment we think they need -instead they prefer their own (rather odd to us) surroundings. What if we encouraged them to grow as they were intended, rather than as we wished?
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