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Ode to a weed (It's really worth the read)

Updated on October 24, 2012

A Special Joy

My wife has surprised me on many occasions. She has introduced me to people I'm so grateful to know. She has taken me to events that wowed my soul, and she has looked after my health with greater fervor than I like to admit, but it's the truth.

This surprise, however, just knocked my socks right off my feet! I have been writing for some time. I've had articles published on line, but most of what I write stays close to home. I just find a special kind of joy, as most writers do, in just writing for the pleasure of expressing myself. One special joy for me is writing poetry about the simple things in life, especially the quirky little, sometimes unnoticeable, events that happen when we're paying attention to the natural world around us. I don't pay attention to these moments too often, except when I'm with Sophia, my wife, because that's what feeds her soul and makes her whole and happy. When she's happy, I like to watch her because it makes me appreciate life all the more.

Red Clover and Butterfly

Red Clover
Red Clover | Source

Paying It Forward

The following was written by my wife to a new friend she had recently met. She's a natural networker and I always have admired the relationships she has developed over the years. I was touched by this most recent communique.

"Hi Pat,
Just spoke with your lovely wife. She kindly directed me to the website for submission information. I was recently given a gift subscription of your magazine by a friend who lives in Virginia. I was surprised when I saw that you and I are neighbors since I live in Asheville...small world :) If you should publish this please feel free to adjust the format of the poem since I am not sure what the proper way is. I have also attached a picture I took that day of a butterfly on the red clover.
Thanks so much! Sophie"

My story is as follows....Bruce and I (Sophia) moved to the area a year ago from Richmond, VA and live in an apartment in Asheville where my gardening is limited at best ...much to my dismay. I am forever trying to find ways to grow herbs and veggies in a limited area on our porch and dream of having a real garden! So my eyes are always scanning the horizon for herbs that nature places on my path. One day I was walking around Beaver Lake and my heart smiled when I saw a bountiful field of Red Clover blossoms with beautiful yellow butterflies dancing among the blossoms as they drank in the nectar!!! I ran to the car and pulled out one of my many reusable grocery bags and proceeded to fill her up with beautiful dark pink blossoms. It was somewhat of a race since at that time the grounds keeper was at that very moment mowing the whole area and decapitating the beautiful red clover! When our eyes met he rode his giant weed whacker over to where I was picking. "What ya doing?", he asked. I told him about the red clover blossoms and how they only bloomed every other year and that I wanted them for their medicinal properties. Then he proceeded to tell me about how he was raised on a farm and that his father always had red clover for the cows to feed on. It was a lovely conversation about days of old with a new friend.

When our conversation had expired he looked over his shoulder and said, "I'll go to the other end of the park to mow and wait for you to finish picking here....that way you will have time to get what you want." I thanked him for his thoughtfulness and we exchanged our good-byes. I picked until my bag was full and walked back to the car with a full heart and gratitude for my good fortune.

When my husband came home from work he saw me carefully washing the beautiful blossoms and then laying them out on a makeshift rack to dry. I told him about my discovery and he asked me what their properties were and what it would do for someone if they drank the infusions that I would one day make from the dried blossoms. I proceeded to explain to him the many benefits of red clover and he smiled at my excitement over my great find. Later that night I found a beautiful butterfly card that had been placed on my desk with this poem he had written inside of it and thought it might bring a smile to your readers. It is as follows....

Ode to a Weed - by B. Stuart Noll

I stand among the gardens

next to the flowers of Great Prize.

I grow far quicker than they do,

I’m bigger than their size.

And though I have some qualities

Of the flowers of Great Prize,

I’m pulled and picked and shunned because

Of all the silly lies.

I look as fine as they do, see?

And often do great deeds.

But I’m tossed away like some old news

Because they call us weeds.

And one day they will know the truth

When all is said and done

When weeds don’t grow in the garden of life

And the flowers heal no one.

Please don't pick me!
I belong here.
After all, everyone needs
to be loved and Weeded!

As Always, your comments are welcomed.

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      IAmForbidden 5 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      that was really great! i love the thought of paying it forward.. and your title is captivating.

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      Gustave Kilthau 5 years ago from USA

      B2C - A pleasant article written by someone who knows how to be pleasant. Thanks.

      Gus :-)))

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      Rev Bruce S Noll HMN 5 years ago from Asheville NC

      Thank you JamaGenee!

      This was really fun! My wife Sophia is a rare find indeed!

      Thanks for the read!!!

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      Joanna McKenna 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

      Beautiful story AND quite funny, too. A rare combination! Sophia is a keeper, and so are you! ;D

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      Rev Bruce S Noll HMN 5 years ago from Asheville NC

      Thanks relawshe!

      I am grateful you took a moment of your time to stop by!

      Peace be with you!


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      Rachel L 5 years ago from Seattle, WA

      Beautiful, fun, interesting, and just a great story of human compassion all around!

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      Rev Bruce S Noll HMN 5 years ago from Asheville NC

      Thank you VioletSun and Thank you Brett for your kind comments! In the eastern medical professions, where preventing illness seems more important than curing it, nature plays such a huge part in any daily program. I think they know something we don't!

      I hope you both keep writing and living to the fullest and thanks again for reading here!

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      Brett Caulton 5 years ago from Thailand

      A very nice peace, the background story to it made it all the better. Here in Asia, people will suddenly screech to a halt, jump off their bike and start picking weeds for dinner ... an boy do they make some tasty stuff!

      Thanks for SHARING, up and beautiful.

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      VioletSun 5 years ago from Oregon/ Name: Marie

      What a beautiful story and beautiful soul both you and your wife have! I relocated from NY to Oregon to be with my soul mate and living in a semi-rural town makes me wonder why beautiful flowers are called "weeds" and seen as a nuisance. Great idea to use them for the medicinal purposes.

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      Rev Bruce S Noll HMN 5 years ago from Asheville NC

      Hi Michael,

      Thanks for your kind comments. Sophia is a woman of many talents, most of which go unnoticed by me. I couldn't possibly keep up with all of them. But, this one just kind of stuck out so I'm especially grateful for your thoughts.

      BTW, we do eat some of the weeds in our salads and we make teas, juices and tinctures with them.

      Of course I couldn't possibly match your prose and writing about our odiferousness, now could I? LOL

      Thanks again!


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      molometer 5 years ago from United Kingdom

      This is quite beautiful. We have a TV gardener here In the UK and he states that there are no such thing as weeds just plants growing in the wrong place.

      I often wonder why we don't eat the weeds anymore. They were part of out diets for 1000's of years?

      Great hub and a lovely poem. Voted up and SHARING