My backyard is a mess (that a casual pagan might appreciate),
not only of neglect but also of design.
A work in progress on a circular path
of no final arriving - like life, I suppose.
I plant and grow with purpose of a sort (intentional)
but my weeding chores are tempered with curiosity
and the quest for native growth that can grace a salad or soup.
I am learning the names and customs of guest weeds -
Which to sit down with and which to un-invite.
As I said, it is not a linear pursuit,
perhaps not a pursuit at all but an acquiescence
acknowledging a wider coven of cousins.
Bill K Boydstun
used by permission
(first penned Feb 2011)