Gardens have weeds, even good gardens. I think it was A.A. Milne who said: “Weeds
are flowers too, once you get to know them”.
Well my garden has many weeds, and many of those weeds I keep because
they are beautiful, like my Fireweed, and many I remove in order for other
plants to thrive. Some plants are late
season bloomers while others take years to reach their full potential. The Autumn Joy is at its peak now in the
garden, and I know that the new Wisteria I planted will take several years to
bloom.
I called this blog Wildflower, and I always have thought of
myself as one, but now I am not so sure.
Perhaps I am just a weed that needs tending, or perhaps one of those
late bloomers, waiting to reach my full potential. According to Wikipedia, “A late bloomer is a person whose
talents or capabilities are not visible to others until later than usual”. So
what or who, will I be one day when I am old and wrinkled? Hard to say.
I just came from the pond, which is suffering
in this drought, and I watched a frog.
It was a brown one, about the size of a chocolate covered digestive
cookie. It was in the mud – we looked at
each other. I wonder what it was
thinking. I thought of one of my
favourite Tolkien quotes: “Not all those
who wander are lost.”
