As I was driving home tonight- having left earlier than usual, I noticed spring really present in the world. I noticed a farm with donkeys and wondered what you would do with so many… but they were cute and grazing in the field. Then I saw daffodils growing on the side of the road in clusters- positively spring!
There is nothing better than the first flowers of spring. Then my eye caught these adorable little purple flowers growing in clusters here and there. They are small- they are weeds. I love them and won’t let Leo remove them from our lawn. I don’t mind the bright yellow of dandelions which only bloom twice a season- but the purple ones are my favourite. I always ask Leo what they are called and he tells me they are called weeds. I say they are flowers and they have feelings too! Then I tell him that a rose bush growing in a farmer’s field is a weed- a weed is anything that grows where you don’t want it. We cut them down and they come back. I start to think that maybe I am weed- growing where people don’t want. I have been ‘cut down’ many times and pulled out- people have tried to use weed killer or inhibitor on me with insults and disbelief that I can achieve what I set out to do. I feel that I am lucky that I am a weed. Weeds grow anywhere and it doesn’t matter what you do- they seem to come back stronger. They grow in tiny cracks in the sidewalk adding a splash of colour and excitement to the landscape. They grow in tough conditions like on rocks or in gravel and when you knock them down or step in them- they come backs tougher, stronger and ready to bloom. I think the world is full of weeds like me- people growing in unlikely places, getting knocked down and coming back stronger. Weeds are my favourite flowers… beautiful, tough, resilient.