This is my meditation garden:
I don't really meditate; I usually go there to weed and clip when I'm so mad at everyone/someone/something that I need, for safety reasons, to be alone. It's a good thing because I have this:
(That's a statue of a boy reading, it represents my oldest who loves books. The other two are in there also).
Then there's this:
Hanging baskets of greenery!
And my gazing ball (unfortunately it doesn't tell me anything other than whether it's sunny or raining or snowing). But see this? This picture is kind of different.
Why? It's green, about to bloom, and is kept nicely fed and is almost center stage when you enter my garden.
It's a weed. Technically. People who spend most of the year and tons of money gardening rip this sucker out.
Yet it's here in my garden, in a visible spot of honor.
My son loves it. It produces purple flowers and when he saw it blooming, he squealed with happiness. Yank it out? Relegate it to the compost pile? Prevent butterflies and bumblebees from collecting and spreading pollen? Just because someone, somewhere, sometime labeled it a weed?
It is just as colorful as my store bought, expensive, coddled flowers. It provides something essential to a variety of beneficial insects, and does not attract the non-beneficial ones which move on to destroy the expensive, temperamental flowers.
My son loves it. I do not care who mis-labeled this plant because in their narrow world view it was a pest, but in my garden, I don't hold with that judgment. I've stopped by the side of the road and taken samples of plants for my garden that people spray to keep away. The beautiful hanging baskets? Filled with begonias AND an intrusive vine that grows everywhere. It's the only plant that can withstand the shade and forgotten waterings. Doesn't it look beautiful? How can you hate something cascading down like a leafy green waterfall?
I like diversity- in my plants, my friends, my books, my food (although I won't eat anything soggy). So spare me your judgments. As my college social science teacher said, "Weeds are only mis-placed plants in Man's mind."
And they have a place in my garden.