In General Biology I learned that the term pest and weed were generic terms—not scientific ones. Humans use those terms
to connote any living thing that interferes with expectation. No one living in
the United States would consider an elephant a pest, but if you were a poor
farmer in Africa and the elephants decimated your farmland, you would. Likewise
the mold one eats in blue cheese is a tasty delight but not when the blue mold
is growing on your Wonder bread--then
it is cause for disposal. Dandelions are only a weed to lawn care specialists but
not to the farmer who grows them specifically to put in salads. To farmers,
they are a cash crop.
I find gardening to be a chore. I do not enjoy it
although I most definitely appreciate a well-manicured landscape. My vegetable
garden—loosely described-- is a tiny patch of land hidden from view behind my arborvitae
screen next to my driveway, near my gas grill.
I plant a few grape tomatoes, basil, oregano,
rosemary and parsley in this sunny sliver of earth. All its inhabitants die
over the winter and so I replant a new crop every spring.
Except this year. The abnormally warm winter has
caused a shift. Not everything got killed off.
My little garden patch is completely overpopulated with parsley. There is parsley everywhere. And it even reseeded itself in
the cracks of my brickwork and on the other side of the aborvite where the herb
invader lethally choked my flowering
perrenials.
I now must yank the unwanted fronds. I must replant
perennials. There is way too much parsley to be considered a crop. An innocuous botanical species has crossed
over to the dark side--my parsley has officially
become a weed.
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