I have been letting weeds grow. One reason is because they are flowering right now and I like that. Another reason is because I feel remorse about cutting them down.
Maybe it was because we watched the Secret of Nymh so many times at school.
I just imagine the interconnected living things with their little communities down below the canopy of green, and I imagine that this interconnectedness depends on the native plant species that have lived here always.
I have hardly appreciated Texas things in all my life, but now I am making an effort to see beauty in what I once thought was boring, inconsequential and drab. All the thorny things.
So I am letting the weeds grow.
