By any other name ..

Um, was intending to try to write a poem about "weeds" ..seeds and needs .. but looks like this bloke beat me to it ..

Perhaps the greatest defense of weeds is contained in the last stanza of Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem Inversnaid:

"What would the world be, once bereft,

of wet and wildness? Let them be left.

O let them be left; wildness and wet;

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."

which comes from an interesting article on Wikipedia. A 'weed' is only vegetation in an 'inappropriate place' buuuut .. who decides?

so, will just post some pics, and make it a game called  "Spot the weeds" ...

..but really have to do something about these  ..

yep, had to put a fence around this lot to keep 'em in .. heh

At what point does the seed of a weed become a need?

(the acacia decurrens by the post is going well)