My weeds stand against that

Kabat, Powell, Standefer, and a story about a mountain lion

not a weed but growing like one

In the last couple of weeks, we’ve planted so many things in those wild (weed) beds in the front yard! There are now a beauty berry and a goji berry, a few varieties of milkweed, some creeping juniper, a blueberry bush (in the alpine meadow), pumpkin and zucchini, tomato and cucumber. Oh, and I unpotted my clematis and put it in the ground. It hated being in a pot and only produced two sickly flowers this spring. The sunflowers I planted last month are now hip height.

I’ve been reluctantly sharing my raspberry crop with the dogs, who love fruit, all fruit.

My friend just sent me a link to this great short essay by Jennifer Kabat about weeds and capitalism/colonialism called, “The Secret History of Weeds.” As you probably know by now, I get really jazzed about these plants we call weeds. In fact, my first year paper for herbalism school is going to be about plantain and its cousins (Plantago genus, not the banana).

I just learned that there’s a movement (…