Weeds


A weed is simply a flower that someone decides is in the wrong place.
— Sister Monica Joan (Call the Midwife, season 5, episode 4)


Been watching this wonderful show titled Call the Midwife. (It is available on Netflix.) Call the Midwife is a BBC period drama series about a group of nurse midwives working in the East End of London in the late 1950s and early 1960s. One of the episodes we watched had the above line, and it started me thinking. (I’ve often said that isn’t always a good thing.) I tend to gravitate towards the human condition when I do.

How alike to the flowers and gardens are we humans. We require food and water. We need sunshine and fertile soil. Some of us are cultivated and grown in carefully tended greenhouses or gardens, but would not survive where others bloom in and thrive in the wild. Some people show their colors during the day, while other are at their peak of brilliance during the night hours. Each has an aroma that is pleasing to some but repugnant to others. And some…yes some flowers are adept at luring and trapping other creatures to their death for food. How alike we are.

But the weeds…what ugly strokes have we painted them in our world, just as we paint the outcasts…the loners of mankind. Those we don’t understand we want to pull up and discard so they don’t make our gardens ugly. Sadly, people fail to realize that the most beautiful bouquets are those that are made from many different flowers and arranged to compliment each other due to their differences. The weeds of humanity have been responsible for more achievements than any hot-house orchid, and should be celebrated for their abilities…not pulled up at the roots. Beauty is all around us if we could but shift our perception and open our minds to search past the roadblock of societal norms. Just imagine what we could achieve for ourselves and for the future flowers of our world.

So to any and all weeds out there that might read this, I salute you and your weedness. May you prosper and thrive where you are, never to be pulled up because someone else didn’t like where you were planted.

22 comments

  1. I haven’t said it in a long time, but I used to say it all the time, “a weed is any plant growing where you don’t want it.” I used to say it in context to the landscape business the missus and I ran back in the 90’s, but I’ve heard so few use it, in any context, otherwise.

    Your insight into both well-placed and misplaced humanity is sublime. I think amid my current stable of friends and my lifetime stable of family I am probably considered a weed, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

    One of the greatest attributes of we, the weeds, is our persistence. Here’s to persistently propagating the garden of humanity until we are the flowers of the Earth. 😉

    Great post!

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    1. Thank you thank for the compliment as well as the shared story. It can be very frustrating to be a weed. I am a hybrid, or chameleon weed. I am able to live in both worlds, but I will say I am happiest being a weed.

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  2. oh, you have no idea how much I love this. I have never understood it. ‘Weeds’?!! How about wildflowers? How about relentless tokens of beauty that emerge from the most unlikely of places- forcing their seemingly delicate blossoms through a pile of rocks, or forging through a fucking concrete sidewalk. I’m sorry to discredit the narrow-minded, ‘white-picket fence, all things should fit neatly in a perfectly wrapped package’ idea that a flower can only be a flower if it is confined to a patch of land that resided within your white-picket fence.

    To me, a weed…”…by any other name would smell as sweet”.

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        1. It is still so amazing that you have seen these things first hand where I can only analogies based upon some supposed intellect and insight gleaned through the experiences of my narrow world. Back to point…YES…they thrive in their environment.

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                1. I’ve had San Fran compares well to New Orleans. At least before the *event*. And I hope you never do have to experience it. Well I made sure to NOT end my nights reading on the accident. I can’t wait to continue. And thanks for perusing my entries.

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