You find them everywhere. Weeds.
This week consider the notion of weeds as your topic to write about.
What does it mean to you? The unwanted plants that grow in your garden? The irritating people in your life? Something others consider a pest but you think otherwise.
Go where the prompt leads you.
We had a lovely buddliah bush in the front garden when we were in the cottage. It was a haven for butterflies and bees.
We had rose bushes too, but they were a bit straggly so had to be ruthlessly cut back.
‘Leave the buddliah though’, I asked when Hubby decided to get outside and tidy things up while I went out.
I came back and the front garden was completely stripped.
‘Where’s the buddliah?’
‘That beautiful bush with the purple flowers that was in the corner.’
‘Oh. I thought that was a weed and got rid of it. I pulled everything.’
We had no plants at the front at all for years until we decided to sell and wanted some kerb appeal. We bought a selection of border plants and put them along the path. They looked very pretty.
As a potential buyer was leaving, I hear the woman say
‘Nice house and garden, but a shame about the weeds.’