"When is a Weed Not a Weed"

  When it grew in your Nanna's  garden, you know the one, the one down the side of the house, past the lilac. The one with the ferny leaves and tiny white flowers, with little black dots. The one that grew with the little bellis daisies. No not past the fig tree, you have gone to far, come back past the daphne and you will be there. I can take a mental walk all around that garden, and still enjoy the pleasure it gave me as a child.
   Smell the perfume of a Lorraine Lea rose and I'm back there, violets, almond trees all knotty and gnarled, a huge walnut tree.
   So it can't be a weed if it gives you good memories.