I went out to clear the weeds away from the zinnias and sunflowers, and found friends. I tried to pull them up, but that was wasteful and insulting. So I went back and got scizzors and some paper bags. I still pulled them up, but I snipped the roots to rejoin the soil, and bagged my friends. I know very few weeds – weeds are just plants whose names I do not know. We had catnip tea to soothe our spirits after a very exciting day submitting our essay,. We have lambsquarters for sauteeing and a bag of motherwort leaves to dry for tea. There is nothing in this world like the gift of good soil. Georgeville series abundance is ever-giving. What an endless outpouring of blessing to have landed here. Here, or there, I hoe, sow and grow while neighbors mow and blow.