“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I was growing up, Goldenrod was a weed, pure and simple. My mother sent me to rip it out, along with Queen Anne’s Lace and Dandelions.
This morning I found myself ordering a packet of Goldenrod seeds, shaking my head all the while.
I tried to convince myself that this was a different kind of Goldenrod from the weeds of my youth. It was probably specially cultivated in England or something.
But the picture on the seed package told a different story. This was plain old Goldenrod, the official flower of the Commonwealth of Kentucky, the place of my birth.
But apparently bees love it. I mean, really love it. Almost as much as Borage.
And it’s good for them too. It blooms for almost a month at the end of the summer, when the bees are building up their stores of honey for the winter.
It turns out she used it in her borders for its brilliant yellow color! All is well!
Now I can hardly wait for those seeds to arrive. It just took me a while to fully appreciate the virtues of Goldenrod. Oh, and it’s deer resistant too!