The sun was beating down on Mrs. Green’s floral garden hat. The brim was wider than a fashion model would wear on the runway and that is just the way Mrs. Green liked it. Her garden gloves had long sleeves all the way up to her shoulders. Mrs. Green had cut the sleeves from an old shirt of Mr. Green’s and sewed them onto the gloves. When she gardened she liked to get dirty past her elbows and that was more than most garden gloves could handle.

Mrs. Green was working in the weed garden. It was a section of her garden way in the back of the yard, on the left, near the stream. It was set apart for the prettiest and most cherished weeds in Maryland. Mr. Green wanted her to call it the wildflower garden but Mrs. Green wouldn’t hear of it.

Mrs. Green was adamant about the name. “A weed is tenacious, and bold, and forges its own way in spite of what people think of it. I love weeds. Besides it is the most beautiful garden in the entire yard.  If I call it a weed garden then that changes peoples expectations and perception and I love to change peoples expectations and perception as often as possible.”

Mr. Green would not argue. Once Mrs. Green had made up her mind it was almost always pointless to argue. She had thought it through more than anyone else had. So Mr. Green helped her plant Joe Pie Weed, wild strawberry, buttercups, wild violets, milkweed, purple wildflower weed, and dandelions. After sweating in the hot sun and hustling to beat the rain Mr. Green stepped back and looked at the garden. He had to agree with her.

“You are right, my dear. It is the most beautiful garden in the entire lot.”

Copyright Terri Neagle Donaldson 2015

Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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