EARLY MORNING DEW

     It's August in the high desert. As I glance outside at 6am and I notice the shimmering of light reflecting off of the blades of green in my back yard. This year I have decided to let Nature be in control of the 1/2 acre of land I dwell on. 

My neighbors weed whack, lay down rock and spray herbicides, and carefully choose (control)  the plants they want to see when they awake with the 

morning dew.

On the other hand, my little piece of heaven is home to, well, seriously, I have no clue to the names of most of what is growing there. There are Cottonwood tree saplings and a few  young Mesquite trees. 

There are green thin plants that are 5 feet tall that have fuzzy tops and sway in the wind. There are very short yellow flowered communities who appear to be a haven for bees and flying insects looking for a succulent place for nourishment. Small winged things, moths maybe, butterflies (not monarchs) flitting through other green standing plants of different heights and widths. There are green standings with many leaves and seed pods ready to burst.

I call this a garden of Love. 

Others call it a stand of ugly Weeds.

   

WEEDS- Kind of like using the "N" word for plants. Others call them invasive species and they don't want them around their houses.

What is a weed? A weed is a plant someone doesn't want there. 

The Dictionary describes weeds as:

1) A valueless plant growing wild, especially one that grows on cultivated ground to the exclusion or injury of the desired crop. (Who determines Value? Most Weeds are medicine or food.

 2) Any undesirable or troublesome plant.

 

Makes me stop and think. Aren't we the invasive species? These plants lived here before humans came through with big bull dozers and clear cut it all down, trees and plants, to put in houses and streets. I would call that 'invasive'. 

 My preference is to leave a Green Planet for my

 great-grandchildren. 

My preference is to Love whatever grows there!