I have a personal attachment to plants that are considered weeds and described as intrusive. I love how beautiful they are and how complex they become. Even though they get pulled and destroyed, weeds first bloom and spiral up into the sky.
Here is my perspective of all the over grown near by.
Next to the weeds is where I started my first compost pile. I feel empowered to have created my own dirt from the remains of my vegetables. What a wonderful circle to have known. Here is where my future garden will grow.
Location: Waterhouse Place, Beaverton, Oregon