Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
My next door neighbor is an avid gardener. She tends a strip of earth behind both of our villas and the plot looks like something out of the Philadelphia Flower and Garden Show. As for ours: we cultivate the natural look by which I mean we don’t do much. There’s a nice big clump of grass that resembles what some might pay for at the nursery but ours just sprung up by itself. There are also some lovely little whatevers with delicate white flowers nodding on the stems. Actually my neighbor might call them weeds. But the birds love them as do the bees. That’s enough for us.
Frankly, a weed is just a flower growing where you didn’t plan on it.
Usually in the lawn.
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