Weeds are simply plants that grow in the wrong place, that’s what I tell myself anyway when I feel there is too much weeding to do. This year I have tried to be more relaxed about weeding, looking at the plants in a different way, after all they are just plants. They have not self-seeded themselves in a particular place just to annoy me.There are two wonderful things about weeds. First the flowers, in the springtime our valley is a tapestry of multi-coloured flowers. Next comes the untidy, messy bit, the bit that makes me want to pull them all out. Finally I think is almost the best stage: the dried seedheads. Late summer and autumn, the valley is crammed with golden spikes and globes. Some look pre-historic, some look alien.
So by finding the beauty in the weeds, I am coming to accept them… not quite there 100% yet though. 5 to remember
el lugar equivocado/a – the wrong place
particular – particular
el tapiz – tapestry
multicolor – multi-coloured
desordenado/a – messy