Hard to fathom that it has been almost a year since I’ve added a picture or post.  One sure sign of changing times is suddenly seeing the “children” all grown UP!  As they reach for the sun, I realize it is increasingly time for me to stand aside, to get out of their way.  I shape these younglings in the garden, and they shape me right back, if I let them.  I can become more tolerant of their unruliness, and their unexpected guests.  Welcome dandelions, ragwort, even bindweed (to a degree)!  Should I start calling you “morning glory”?  “[W]hat attracted me to weeds was not their beauty, but their resilience. I mean, despite being so widely despised, so unloved, killed with every chance we get, they are so pervasive, so seemingly invincible.”  So said Carol Vorvain (so says the web).  Isn’t a weed just a being I haven’t yet learned to love and let live?