What are weeds, really? Is it just any unwanted plant? If so, doesn’t it depend on the owner or gardener?
Recently I took a beekeeping class and discovered that dandelions are very important in the lifecycle of bees. Yet, my normal go to with the dreaded dandelion is to grab the nearest container of Roundup and spray away. Today, I saw this lonely, white fluff ball and was transported to when I was a child. I used to love to make a wish and blow the seeds…mesmerized by their parachute-like dance upon the breeze.
When did the delight stop and the obsession to poison or eradicate the enemy begin? Delight versus control. Does it begin at an age, or with home ownership? Is it just me?