Oh, the injustice of it all -- conformity to the
convention of lawn tidiness is such a hard taskmaster.
That clump of "weeds" seems to convey a suppressed
rebellion to the confinement represented by
the stark bluntness of that palisade. Then
along comes a butterfly (a Gulf fritillary
the way) to momentarily uplift the imprisoned soul.
Here in the backyard at my place,depending on
wind direction,I get to savor the smoke from a menthol
from the left, someone's cigar from the right,
or a blend of three or more brands from the gathering
at a pool party from the back. The weed
nicotiana provides a sustenance just as important to
the smoker as the flowering one in the picture to that
Therefore, behold the liberating weed. Your mother just
might understand that bit of lawn neglect..