My garden suffered. Weeds thrived in the California drought heat while my cultivated plants withered. And I stressed. I felt guilty about my garden. Sad that it looked run down and neglected when usually it’s a place people stop on the sidewalk to appreciate.
But I had NO time. So I finally decided, for my own sanity and happiness, to accept it. To even try to appreciate it. I blog about finding romance all around us. I write novels about finding evidence of beauty and love in a world that can be harsh. In an attempt to find that beauty in my weeds, I went outside on a brief writing break and took their pictures. Weed portraits. I figured if I looked at them from the right angle, I might even find some romance there. Kind of like life, right?
Here are my portraits, and my discoveries.
There was a kind of romance to my abandoned garden. And a sense of hope, that despite the drought, despite the neglect, beauty showed up all over. Next year I plan to do a better job at maintaining my yard. But when these weeds appear in spring, I will welcome as many of them into my garden as I can.