In any corner of the garden there are markers, stumps, vegetation
you planted on purpose, for a desired effect.
The garden will evolve.
These roses will send out new shoots and
native grasses will spread as far as they can.
A gardener has to be vigilant,
control invasive plants
weeds
insects.
Neglect your garden, and you will have nothing but weeds.
Everything in life suffers from neglect.
ain't that the ever livin' truth.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flowers, I am so anxious to get out into my yard. take care.,
ReplyDeleteTrue but weeds have their purpose too.
ReplyDeletethe word neglect is a hard one for me to read...seeing the kids i do...i see....and yeah it affects all areas of our lives...
ReplyDeletebeautiful, the pic and the poem. Neglect is the most subversive form of abusive - uncaring, unfeeling - unacknowledged. . .
ReplyDeleteJay tells me a weed is just a plant I have not learned to love! Good reminder about nurturing what is important...a plant, a garden, a relationship, a loved one. Neglect just drains the life force from the victim. Good thoughts, Rosaria!
ReplyDeleteG'day Rosaria. Lovely photo. Weeds are one of life's little chores, but as with a lot of things there has to be a balance. Though to be honest, life for most of us would be easier without them. Take care...
ReplyDeleteThe flowers are really pretty..we don't grow pretty flowers like that here...flowers like that are precious...here, u'll find weeds if u don't tend to it.
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True, that!
ReplyDeleteVery, very true..I see it every day in the operating room...the neglect that happens to our bodies when we ignore what's good for us, put things in it that are toxic, think someone else will tend and fix it...and pay to get it fixed. I often think of life situations when I'm in my garden trying to weed and help things bloom. That's when I'm grateful for God's help where I fail...either in my garden, or my life.
ReplyDeleteOh...but does anyone know what it feels like to be an undesirable plant like...the weeds?
ReplyDeleteHi Rosaria .. love the photo - they look like really old fashioned roses with a massive scent?
ReplyDeleteThe seeds of neglect - they find their way in the end .. with or without us .. Hilary
that it does, that it does... i'm hoping for a beautiful bloom amongst those weeds, though.
ReplyDeleteEverything indeed, you're quite right. You still have lovely flowers, though. :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Near Burlington VT there is a farm specializing in "weeds", they even sell seeds to plant weed gardens. A botanist whose name I forgot once wrote that "weeds are plants that we don't know what to do with as yet".
ReplyDeleteAs for neglect the most damaged kids I ever worked with were not physically abused ones, they were the negelcted ones and for youth protection authorities proving negelect is very difficult so many go without adequate support from the community until it's too late.
this is so true
ReplyDeleteNeglect is a form of abuse, an indirect form.
ReplyDeleteWhich is why I don't have a garden!
ReplyDeleteI did not get into gardening till I had my children. The mothering I do with my babies extends to my "green babies". What I put into both ventures, I get out! Thanks for another thoughtful post!
ReplyDeleteI love that corner. Love the lavender & the tree stump.
ReplyDeleteHowever, a little patch of controlled weeds is very good for wild creatures and butterflies.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
Especially when the freezes ruin tropical plants...gotta start all over.
ReplyDeleteG'day Rosaria. Thank you for your comment on the rose. I have tried cuttings from it some time ago and they all failed. I think from memory I tried about two dozen and not one worked. I will try again shortly, maybe have better luck this time. Take care.
ReplyDelete"Let us cultivate our garden."
ReplyDelete~ Voltaire, Candide
Sometimes the weeds can be beautiful, too. And, as someone pointed out to me yesterday, the "worm"(insect) can become a glorious butterfly...
ReplyDeleteBut we should always be careful in the way we cultivate our garden.
There are no weeds in God's garden. We torture the soil, make it conform to our ways and then, unless we apply fertilizers and insecticides, the earth is gone. Let the weeds flourish. Control is arbitrary and we have no idea what we are doing. Life is the same. The more control we exercise, the less we have.
ReplyDeleteWorking hard on getting the orto ready for planting soon, it has been overtaken by a grass we know as couch!
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