“A rose can say ‘I love you’, orchids can enthrall, but a weed bouquet in a small chubby fist, – that says it all.” -Author Unknown
I heard this saying recently and it came to mind again today as I strolled home in the beautiful sunshine with my little three year old. We were admiring some flowers in the hedgerow and my little companion decided he would like to bring some flowers home for his convalescing daddy. After the delay of Summer in this Country it is uplifting to see all these little bursts of colour emerging in the hedgerow. It is amazing how many different flowers we came across on our slow half mile walk home from playschool!
This little fistful includes dandelion, buttercup, daisy, herb roberts, forget-me-not, speed well, scarlet pimpernel, vetch and horsetails. Anyone who has been following my blogs will be aware of my loose definition of a weed and my delight in all these little hedgerow friends.
We often look to the exotic and rare in the pursuit of beauty but if we take a moment to bend our heads and look into our local hedgerows and grassy verges we can find an abundance of beauty in the common, local and tiny plants that grow there.
Many of these plants held symbolic and medicinal value to our ancestors, perhaps I will explore these lores and legends a little further in individual blogs about some of these little delights, what do you think? If you have an opinion, a suggestion or some information to share on the topic please drop me a note in the comments below!
Just a thought…
4 thoughts on “Just a thought – "a fistful of love!"”
I think it would be so great and refreshing to write about these plants in future posts, Naomi! My daughters, even if they aren’t so little anymore, continue to pick up and offer me bouquets of “weed” whenever we go out in the field and see some. I love them!
Thanks Delia, yes I think they are just too nice not to get their own slot… watch this space ;0)
Your definition makes perfect sense, couldn’t have put it better myself ;0)
Thoughtful and interesting. I can’t find how you define a weed, but my definition might be similar. I’d say a weed is whatever you think doesn’t belong there, for whatever reason you like. Like all flowers, it’s probably lovely and vigorous, but in my garden if it threatens to overwhelm the balance I seek there, I’ll call it a weed and remove it.
In my opinion, nothing is a weed in the wild.