What is a weed? A plant who's virtues
have not yet been discovered.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Fortune Of The Republic, 1878
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight;
As thro' the field we rov'd.
Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight.
None can have a healthy love of flowers
unless he loves the wild ones.
~ Forbes Watson
My idea of gardening is to find something
wild in my wood and weed around it
with the utmost care until it has a chance
to grow and spread.
~ Margaret Bourke-White
As one grows older one should grow more expert at finding beauty in unexpected places, in desserts and even in towns, in ordinary human faces and among wild weeds.
~ C.C. Vyvyan
I have found the beauty in our flowering weeds that thrive in and around the land that we have cleared and call our yard. It is almost like they are the scouts for the rest of the army of the flower world by checking out the dangers of frost and snow. We left about 3 feet of wild growth on the fence line of our property. Beginning with the spring months into September, we have a constant show of beautiful colors for the wild flowers and weeds that grow there.
The weather has been really great the past few days and Paddy has had such a wonderful time playing outside. She tracks rabbits all over the yard, then she takes a bit of a break and gets back to work tracking those rabbits some more. The butterflies enjoy the wild flowers as much as I do. Yesterday Paddy deviated from her routine long enough to chase a butterfly. She is such a sweet little pup. She has added so much joy to our life and certainly keeps us entertained.
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