“The heat of the summer transformed the green grass into long brown straw, only the weeds were green. Claire didn't mind, the weeds had pretty flowers. Unlike Tony's flowers, which had been sentenced to his yard, gardens, or clay pots, these flowers grew free wherever they wanted. Furthermore, weeds were survivors. When all else died, the weeds remained. Yes, Claire liked weeds.”
“Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds.”
“She was healthy & thriving, like a weed: a weed with no interest in trying to become, say, a proper flower.”
“A weed is but an unloved flower.”
“Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.”
“Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden.”