What the Weeds Are Teaching Me

I used to think a “good” garden was one without a single weed in sight. Neat rows, fresh mulch, clean borders—that was the picture of success. Anything that didn’t belong, I pulled.

But the longer I’ve lived this simple, slower life—hands in the dirt, eyes open to the rhythms of nature—the more I’ve realized: some of our best teachers are the ones we once tried to remove.

Weeds, in all their wild persistence, have something to say.