I spend a good part of the afternoon digging out grass that has
grown in among my flowers, and clipping off flowering cherry tree suckers
that are coming up in the middle of my lawn. How much simpler
life would be, if we let things grow where they choose to grow.
Nice verse. And so very true.
We actually have a benign neglect forest in our NYC backyard. In fact, I even wrote a limerick about it: Yard Yarns.
Enjoyed your haiku and limerick, Madeleine. I love the term “benign neglect”.