The Funny Thing About "Weeds"


A few days ago I announced that I wanted to mow down some weeds that were growing near the house.  Kaia quickly clarified, "Not the flowers?!"

"Well," I answered, "Some of the weeds have flowers."

Her lip began to quiver.  Her eyes turned red faster than I knew possible.  "Not the beautiful, little yellow flowers?"

"They will grow back quickly."  Me and my big mouth.  I couldn't just mow the lawn without announcing the weeds!

Kaia was fighting the tears as she began pleading for the life of the "beautiful, little yellow flowers."  What's a Mom to do?

I spared the flowers.

I learned some things too.

I'm starting to appreciate weeds:







While I was appreciating the weeds, this cute little not-weed popped into my viewfinder:


I thought this was another cool looking "weed:"


I never thought I'd call this one a weed, but we can't eat it because it is growing too close to the door frame--where we spray for bugs and spiders.  Sweet of it to volunteer, but...yeah.  As I write this I wonder if it's ironic that I usually buy non-organic lettuce. 

6 comments:

Jenn August 1, 2011 at 7:40 PM  

It makes me happy that kids can see the beauty in everything :-)

Jansen Family August 1, 2011 at 9:40 PM  

They make me happy when they point out beautiful things I miss. I love it when Kaia calls me over to a smell a flower and makes sure I get close enough to actually smell it. Harry gets excited about things he finds and grabs my finger to show me his discovery. It totally makes my day. They really are a blessing!

Carla

Jennie August 2, 2011 at 1:57 PM  

Yay for letting her keep her beautiful flowers :)

Jansen Family August 2, 2011 at 6:28 PM  

She was pretty thrilled too, Jennie! Today she picked about seven for me, one at a time. Each time she picked one she ran over and put it in my hand. Harry began imitating her: he ran over to the "flowers," picked a handful of leaves/flowers, and ran over to me to deposit it in my hand! He was so pleased with himself! He jumped and clapped each time he put his gifts in my hand. Each time Kaia came back, she moved all the leaves away from the flowers!

Carla

Mamma Rhino August 2, 2011 at 10:21 PM  

I immediately thought of this Robert Frost poem.

"The Tuft of Flowers"

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,

`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'



I have always thought that God is the early morning mower. His love for us is the flower, and Jesus is the butterfly. It is one of those poems I can turn over and over in my mind. Kaia and the early morning mower both see the love in little flower.

Amy :)

Jansen Family August 3, 2011 at 8:18 PM  

Amy, I love this! Thanks so much for sharing it! I've never read it before and, like you said, it is something I see myself thinking about/pondering a lot. Kaia certainly sees the love in many places I miss. :)

Carla