My mom has always been famous for saying she can’t bear to rip the weeds out if they have lovely flowers on them. Why shouldn’t a beautiful weed be given just as much space on the planet as a well-groomed flower?
After church today, Mom and I picked up soup from the Old Mission Tavern and went to her house. In the front yard down near the water are these lovely
weeds flowers, and I had to wander down there and grab a photo. You can see East Bay in the distance.