It’s a typical love story: Nemesis and me. I belong to Her
and She to me. Even though I’ve been most cruelly rebuffed, I will not stop,
for to be in her garden is the highest honor. My name is
Glechoma
Hederacea, but you can call me Charlie. I am totally enamored by the
beauty of Nemesis. I guess I said that before. If you expect a photo of me here you'll be sorely disappointed.
Garden of Nemesis 2008
I love the Goddess’s grass, Her strawberry beds, Her
flowers. I’m the perfect companion plant. Give me too much shade and I’ll scoot
across the top of others if I have to. I wrap the arms of my runners, some over
thirty feet, around, under, over and through. I’m a survivor and I’m here to
stay.
Garden of Nemesis 2012
That Caretaker person in the
Garden
of Nemesis keeps chasing me off
before I can even prove my value. She doesn’t want me here and calls me an
eyesore and accuses me of murdering other plants by my aggression. Whatever. Maybe
I
am a little too available.
Sunflowers 2012
It’s in my nature to be smothering and controlling, after
all, I’m a Mint and us Mints don’t screw around. Still, the Caretaker has the
unmitigated gall to call me CREEPY! Can I help it if I have to sneak around
just to say around? As a proud member of the Mint Family, I trace my roots back
to the dawn of time. When my ancestors were created, we Mints were given the power
to heal people like that Caretaker! When
she gets sick, you watch, I’ll be one of the first she calls. I’m just lucky
she doesn’t use toxins, or I may have been poisoned by now.
She thinks the stupid grass is so great, why it doesn’t even
flower! In comparison, I produce dainty purple flowers every spring. I have a
fresh fragrance. I am handsome in my own way. If she ever tasted me…well, she’d
cherish and respect me. Instead, she works daily to eradicate me.
Russian Sage 2012
My country cousins have invited me to their rural habitat
where I can be largely ignored and flourish uninhibited; I won’t leave. I was
here before The Garden of Nemesis and its Caretaker and I will be here long
after they are both gone. To resist old Charlie is futile.
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