“I used to love my garden But now my love is dead
For I found a Bachelor’s Button In black-eyed Susan’s bed. ~ Anon
Whoever gave the synonym of weak and straggly growth to weeds, had never pulled up groundsel, grass or creeping buttercup felt the tussle, tug and tweak of futile hands on broadleaved dock rooted through the nettle patch dispatched the knotweed with a match or dealt pernicious poison to a hemlock. Eradicate, exterminate, these verbs our turf war battles with the weeds but when persistent papaver and cornflower seeds the wheat, they give delight. And herbs we gardeners tend and grow so tenderly are wild in hedgerow, bank and verge for those who know just how to forage* - but still some mow them recklessly and lose the verdant gift of wilderness. When cranesbills* nestle down to grow unplanted in a niche, I leave them so whilst feverfew* that yearly does transgress some patch of ground apportioned for the cultivar with charm of daisy heads, does stay my hand. All these deemed weeds for breaching what is planned tough stowaways with wilful, wildflower repertoire we surely should leave room for them somewhere and cease this herbicidal, cruel warfare.
*Foraging weeds in March – the Woodland Trust
Weed – a plant or wildflower considered undesirable because growing where it is not wanted.
Weedy – (of a plant, flower, etc.) growing poorly, in a straggling manner.
Cranesbill -herb Robert – one of 3 native wild geraniums
Feverfew – Tanacetum parthenium perennial herb related to tansy and chrysanthemums
Sarah’s Poetics prompt “Weeds Rule OK” had me resorting to rhyme as part of this National Weed Appreciation day
20 thoughts on “There’s a place somewhere”
I love the contrast of your ‘weedy’ reference with the tenacious strength of weeds, Laura! I especially love the alliterative list of three ‘tussle,tug and tweak’. Down the road from my daughter’s house is a wonderful re-wilded park, where I walked her dog last week. It’s full of amazing wild plants (not weeds!) and other wildlife. My garden is similar, and I want ti leave it that way.
thank you Kim – yes, our wildflowers are far from weedy and what a lovely sight they make – right wild weed in its right(ful) place
I know the struggle…. but as long as they are not poisonous the best way is probably to harvest and eat them… one of my favorites is ground elder which is a hardcore weed… but I draw the line at Japanese Knotweed
must try the ground elder which in my daughter’s natural meadow garden is a thug so well have to graze it since its impossible to raze!
Yes, the struggle, and the beauty! Great rhyme scheme, very deftly done.
the rhymes came even against my inclination – rather like the weeds. Thanks for the prompt Sarah
beautifully written and I love the phrase ‘turf war battles’ 🙌
many thanks for your lovely comment on the poem
you are welcome 💞
How to balance cultivation and wildness without resorting to chemical warfare?…it’s not easy. (K)
Wow! I love this epic journey through your garden and beyond…it feels like an odyssey- heroes and all. So beautifully and cleverly written. Thanks 🙂
what encouraging feedback on the pome – I really appreciate this
Oops, Sarah, I hope you won’t do to those weeds what we Americans did to our American Ingenious (the American Indian) and banish them to a reservation. 🙂
p.s. Thanks for the neat prompt.
not Sarah – as this is not my prompt(!) but also as per the poem I obviously do not do that
I’ve pulled my share of weeds. Now I repent.
I like spiders and their webs, even snails, whosoever
found their way here, without my say so’ing.
have we each a stubborn claim on this place,
a right passage to eat and remain; I think, just enough.
less someone goes astray, more harm than otherwise.
maybe then. Are you listening you (hu-man beans)?
what’s natural, is what’s here evident. What’s delight,
that’s a different kinder hand.
(you started it)
I guess we have to balance sentimentality with sense Neil and find the middle ground for the wild things
You balance so beautifully your struggle as a gardener and your love for wildflowers!
What a lovely write, Laura.
thank you for seeing the conundrum in the poem -balanced out!
You are welcome.
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