The good weather we’ve had lately means my garden is still rich with flowers and foliage, most of them self-seeded – many are pretty even if they are weeds.
Last year’s favourite weeds were sunflowers; we had several of them of different sizes and styles.
This year they went somewhere else and I now have different favourites. One is a giant clover with a pale mauve flower and decorative leaves.
Another is a lush green thingy growing like the clappers. I’m hoping it’ll flower so I can see what it is.
I had a browse on the web to see if there are any poems about weeds.
There are a lot, many of them drawing rather obvious lessons and few extolling the beauty of these adventurous plants.
However, I really like this simple little one by a poet called Boruch.