Of course, whether or not you like yard work or have a green thumb, pretty much everyone can grow weeds. Even me. As a matter of fact, this year I never even mustered up enough energy to pull and/or spray the weeds that grow every year around my "flower beds" and my flagstone walkway. Oh well. At least they're green. From the street they even look they belong there.
Well, the result of this laissez-faire attitude is that this year I become a Master Weed Gardener. A few weeks ago, Geoff and I noticed a rather large weed growing between our hydrangea bushes. By "rather large" I mean it was about 4 feet tall when we noticed it. (I told you I hadn't done any weeding this year). It also had several clusters of what looked like flower buds on the top. I was already to pull that monster (even I have standards. Four foot tall weeds exceed even my weed tolerance levels), but Geoff suggested we let it bloom and see what the "flowers" looked like. Avoid yard work? Ummm....OK!
The wonder weed continue to grow, but the buds never did flower. Until yesterday. When I noticed that the buds did not contain an exotic hothouse flower but white fluffy spores - a la dandelions (which I'm disappointed are not considered flowers). You know what white fluffy spores mean, don't you? I'm going to have a veritable forest of 5 foot tall weeds in my front yard next year! (That's the last time I let Geoff talk me into shirking essential yard work duties!).
Needless to say I quickly tied a plastic bag around the top of the lovely budding mutant weed and pulled that sucker right out of my "garden". Maybe I am a Master Gardener after all.