weeds.

For days I have been meaning to weed along our little pond.  The tall purple reed-like plants draw a distinct line between where our neighbor’s yard ends, and where ours begins…

You see, in my yard I don’t grow flowers, or vegetables, or even Aztec grass… I grow weeds!  I did not inherit any sort of green thumb, and my mother-in-law who has the greenest thumb around is coming over in 15 minutes…

So I quickly scurried outside and trimmed them down with some shears!

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I noticed as I was trimming them a likeness to lavender, and immediately thought to showcase my weeds!

Mason jar in hand, I proudly displayed my first fruits of this season… purple weeds!

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Deciding today to celebrate the weeds in my life!  Those inconvenient little things that pop up with no warning whatsoever.  with seemingly little order, rhyme or reason.  

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