Who Decides What Are Flowers And What Are Weeds?
Who decides what are flowers and what are weeds?
Aren’t weeds just wild flowers, after all?
At least, that’s the case in my garden.
Flowers I can’t even name crop-up from everywhere — the woods are within touching-distance, after all. Although a five-minute walk is required to find the not-well-tended footpath.
Finding the footpath is the hardest part, the entrance tucked away down side-streets and alleys.
I can see the woods everywhere — can touch it as its leaves fall and its wildlife enters my garden. Can see the blackberry blooms and holly leaves poking through my hazel trees (the squirrels love them.)
But there are limited entrance points to the ‘proper’ woods.
And there is litter there, and a tire in the river that hurts my heart every time I see it.
Still, it’s beautiful, and full of life. Despite human destruction.
#WritingPrompt: watering the flowers, not the weeds — (I, uh, strayed pretty damn far from the prompt, but it’s all good 😅) — from the lovely Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她):