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A superb weedy landscape is my front garden where the masses of flowers are dramatic and intense, along with them as interlopers. Eventually I will drag out my old body and pull some of the damn things, but now with a new appreciation for the unique ones. Some have a small veiled effect, others more bold and upright like spears. And the wild Mustard, deserves special recognition remindful of a small atomic blast, dominates as nothing else could....still within my training as gardener, I'm trying to daily overcome my prejudices against some weeds.
The morning glory vines, I await their finally blooming with passionate hot breaths of lust, welll maybe not that exciting. 6 feet high, 80 feet long across from Sprinter train on an up slope, all royal blue, with in front patches of orange California poppy as if tulips, then I can riding the Sprinter point them out with pride! But alas, not quite yet, get down ego, stop your barking.
The back patios area is even more dramatic (which is what the picture is about) but more subtle than the front. Its weeds are as if curtains of green wealth on above slope, for an orderly presentation of many colors skillfully presented. Was that a verbal wet dream climax? Come and sit to meditate, my learned fun of words and flowers, satire my only ectasy in my old age.
A superb weedy landscape is my front garden where the masses of flowers are dramatic and intense, along with them as interlopers. Eventually I will drag out my old body and pull some of the damn things, but now with a new appreciation for the unique ones. Some have a small veiled effect, others more bold and upright like spears. And the wild Mustard, deserves special recognition remindful of a small atomic blast, dominates as nothing else could....still within my training as gardener, I'm trying to daily overcome my prejudices against some weeds.
The morning glory vines, I await their finally blooming with passionate hot breaths of lust, welll maybe not that exciting. 6 feet high, 80 feet long across from Sprinter train on an up slope, all royal blue, with in front patches of orange California poppy as if tulips, then I can riding the Sprinter point them out with pride! But alas, not quite yet, get down ego, stop your barking.
The back patios area is even more dramatic (which is what the picture is about) but more subtle than the front. Its weeds are as if curtains of green wealth on above slope, for an orderly presentation of many colors skillfully presented. Was that a verbal wet dream climax? Come and sit to meditate, my learned fun of words and flowers, satire my only ectasy in my old age.