“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Sunday, July 15, 2012

My Weed Garden

My weed garden flourishes. Only the aloe vera persists, of the poor herbs we planted so many months ago. No, I'm wrong: the lemon verbena is still here, straggly but strong. And something which may be gota cola, but I'd have to check. Otherwise we have ferns and ground cover, quite pretty.

I take away the twitch grass, before it crowds out everything else. The rest can stay. My life's too busy now to look after a made garden; better to allow the things that insist on growing here.

The orange blooms on the vine wandering in from next door are festooning the fence.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Rosemary...I love a wild feast for the eyes as described by your poem. It's lovely to leave things be sometimes and enjoy what takes place, and then to find small surprises hidden until a closer look is taken...ah to have found the lemon verbena still hanging on. Thank you for this beautiful view of your lovely wild garden...Cynthia

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    1. Thank you, Cynthia! And for calling this a poem; I didn't think it qualified. :)

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