"If you could plant a garden entirely out of weeds," I asked the Baron, "What would they be?"
"What is a weed?" asked the Baron. She's good at answering questions with questions like that.
Anyway, notwithstanding her epistemologising my epistemologising (epistomology is an ancient word on this blog for 'what you you know about what you know', which in my case is not much) I went on with my little project*. There would be -
- Blackberries (AKA the most awesome berry ever) to line the fence;
- Wild roses along the path;
- Apple trees providing shade (yes, these have been classified as a weed);
- Flowerbeds of dandelion and capeweed, Patterson's Curse, oxalis, and clover;
- instead of a front lawn, a field of tall Queen Anne's Lace (with some Hemlock mixed in just to keep potential thieves on their toes);
- And a pleasant nature strip consisting entirely of mushrooms and slime moulds. Okay, I'm not sure if they're technically weeds but we need more slime mould gardens, don't you think? Thanks. I love it when you rhetorically agree with me like that.
*similar in many respects to my other ongoing dream project, constructing a zoo peopled entirely out of domestic animals.