“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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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.
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  1. CynthiaJuly 16, 2012 at 7:32 AM

    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. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 16, 2012 at 9:51 AM

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

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