In a recent post I gave a sidelong glance to the questionable virtue of weeds. I must report having since found virtue in the Genus Solidago, the goldenrods.
Noticed first in my yard, mimicking Pitcher sage – it bloomed like the sun. Then seen spread across this region, ditches, fields – by plant or by pasture – goldenrod gets around.
A harbinger of autumn, goldenrod is the best kind of traveler. Where my world is limited to garden edge, goldenrod tirelessly journeys without bound, seeing sights, setting down roots, experiencing the rush of the world and the quiet of dawn.
Adaptable, sociable, with sturdy stem not likely battered by breeze, flexible enough to bend. My hat is off to this charmer – pure gold.
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