"A Weed Is But An Unloved Flower"
July 19 , 2011 by Jane LongEach time I approach the walk to my mother's home, I stop to study the lawn just outside of her house. Tucked under the shade of large white oaks and nestled by half-century old camellias and azaleas, her once-groomed lawn has faded into a menagerie of weeds. At least, these small plants are what most of us would call weeds, but, I hasten to add, they are beautiful weeds. Broadleaf and narrow leaf grasses, mosses, violets, small ferns, and everything in between, this area of shade loving plants is a study in shades of green. The effect is so soft, so lacy, that I have to wonder just how we as a nation became so enthralled by having a solid green mass of lawn.