Sunshine’s Macro Monday #40
~~~
As my late father-in-law used to say…
There is no such thing as a weed!
Keep in mind that his life’s work was a business that involved searching deep in the woods – spade or hook in hand – digging up and collecting a wide variety of wildflowers and plants. Which he shipped across the country and overseas. I worked for him one summer while I was dating his son, my future husband. It was back breaking hard work. Under a cloud of bug spray, I was determined to keep up. I had no idea what plant was what. But my father-in-law did and I was continually impressed at his expertise and memory.
So if there’s no such thing as a weed, then why all the weed killers for sale in hernia busting bags at the garden supply store…that happen to include “dandelion” on the list of what gets eliminated?
Is it because dandelions sprout up on their own…uncontrolled…independent…not easily contained in a neat boxed off garden bed? A splash of yellow appearing uninvited in the middle of an otherwise well tended green lawn?
They look like flowers to me.
I used to enjoy the grubby handfuls of dandelions my smiling young children would bring to the kitchen door. Carefully collected from various surprise appearances throughout our half acre…Mommy these are for you!
Yesterday, I spotted a dandelion that survived the condo association’s weed killing efforts.
It was all alone in the sunshine.
Three cheers!
I think I agree with your father-in-law. Our neighbour is fanatical about removing his dandelions, and I think he must loath our laissez-faire attitude, but they are rather bright and cheery.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I think so too! The more bright and cheery, the better 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
They are a weed, my grandparents used to make Dandelion Wine from them…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well…technically dandelions are “flowering plants” from which wine and tea can be made. Which, in my opinion, increases their value far above a lowly weed 😉
LikeLiked by 2 people
OK, you win. I don’t wanna fight over weeds haha!! 😂😬
LikeLiked by 2 people
LOL!! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
never heard of the wine – wow – learn so much here in blog land
LikeLiked by 1 person
Agree! Dandelions are not weeds. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Our local dandelions have been full of health and goldenness and are now going to seed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As nature intended…but pretty while they lasted!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I find the seed heads attractive too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I got a bit teary…same memory of the young ones bringing a bouquet of dandelions…gift of the “the pure in heart”. Though I’m not educated sufficiently to tell the difference, some weeds surely look like plants which deserve more honor 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks – those are sweet memories. Perhaps “weeds” are really in the eye of the beholder so to speak.
LikeLike
I think you’re right–“the eye, or heart of the beholder” ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful weeds or not.
Regards, Teresa
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I agree 🙂
LikeLike
beautiful capture of the dandelion that made it.
Enjoyed hearing about your father-n-law’s work (and quote)
— what a cool job he had – I love being around people with botany skills.
—
side note – I was just taking some photos of dandelions for a writing project – I was trying to find one that had the huge base of tap root they make.
It amazes me how a mature dandelion weed can destroy a patch of lawn whereas some other weeds seem to do little damage. hm
and cheers to the dandelion for the way some herbalists use it for liver cleansing,
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! He did have a cool job. It took a physical toll on him, but he loved it.
I guess those pretty, yet pesky, dandelions have a mind of their own… 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I miss those bouquets the kids would bring me too. They were so proud of them. That’s awesome that you passed an in-law test by working side-by-side with your future father-in-law. If you want me to send you a bouquet of dandelions, my yard is covered with them. No weed killers on our lawn, the dandelions help to draw in the bees – to help the trees – oh, yes, if you please … Okay, I’ll stop trying to rhyme. LOL!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I miss them too. I could gather my own, but it’s not the same. I love your spontaneous poetry 🙂 Nicely done!
LikeLike
The photo reminded me of a poem I wrote some years back … if you’ll indulge me! Just change it to Palatino and italicize it for best effect!
On the Death of a Fellow Poetry Student
If you notice how the early morning fog
sits lightly on the field, muting down its lively yellow…
if it interests you that hillsides sprout dandelions overnight
the next day tossing them off into the void…
if you notice a country pond after a rain
and wonder if some portion of it has been displaced,
or only for a time, misplaced …
like when a friend dies, how a portion of the fluid
in our bodies is set aside for tears…
we’ll be forgiven if we generalize from such moments:
that not only water seeks its own level; life does too…
the morning fog does not displace the yellow grass
beneath it. Though the field is hiding, it abides.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am honored by your poem. It speaks volumes to me. Thank you for sharing it. (I was able to italicize, but not change the font).
LikeLike