Pretty weeds, and choosing battles wisely


The “Shoulds” are knocking pretty hard on my door this fine Saturday morning, but I saw something that intrigued me so much I’ve been wanting to write about it all week. Today, I’m just going to make time for it.

There’s this bunch of plants in my neighborhood I have been noticing every morning as I drive to work. They always look so pretty in the morning light. The truth is, they are a bunch of weeds covered in dew, with the light shining through them.

Does that make them any less pretty? 

No, it does not. 

I could easily launch into a discussion about how many weeds are edible, and have way more nutritional value than grass, but that isn’t the point. I think the thing I am feeling about these pretty weeds is that one can apprecciate something, even though most people would only argue that they need to be eradicated just because they are a weed.

Faithful readers, you have witnessed my struggles with the Creeping Jenny in my yard and rock beds. I have to admit, as much as I have tried to kill that noxious weed, I found myself admiring how pretty the flowers were, peeking from my freshly mown yard last week. 

Is that giving up, or giving in? Maybe. The question I have to ask myself is what is the struggle worth?

In the case of weeds, not much. I actually hurt myself pulling Virginia Creeper out of my compost bin last week, and and continues to plague me today. In stead of just waiting until I could get the correct tool to chop that insideous vine off at the ground, I yanked on it hard to pull it out because I was in a hurry. Dork…. Thanks to my impatience, I pulled a muscle that now refuses to heal up. That will teach me to do before I think.

Anyway, I guess the moral of this story is to pick your battles, think before you do, and it’s ok to appreciate pretty stuff, even if it’s not convenient for it to be where it’s at. 

Here’s to hoping you all have the patience today to pick those battles wisely. Blessings all!

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