I love weeds.
There is this little space outside our windows that we share with the whole apartment building, but no one really takes care of it. So a couple years ago, we started to. Because the space isn’t really ours, (and it gets trashed sometimes by some of the many people with access to it), we are willing to invest essentially no money into it. So we make do with whatever comes up.
This year, besides all of the bulbs that have been blooming and spreading (we’ve been relocating them into the space over time), there have been Columbine coming up in a few places. We also have these pretty white and tiny pink wildflowers all over and these giant flowering poles that sorta resemble hollyhocks. I’m sure all three are weeds in other peoples minds, but they aren’t spiky or thorny, they don’t smell bad, and their flower to plant ratio is reasonably high. Good enough for me.
There are plenty of other not so desirable weeds in our little space. I love them too. Or rather, I love pulling them up and cleaning them out on a sunny spring day.
I can’t wait to have a bigger garden all of my own.