Photo by Caitlin Havens

My grandmother and I took many walks together when I would visit her in Pennsylvania for the summer. Along these walks, we would run across a variety of different plants and I always referred to certain types as flowers. It never failed that she would correct me by saying “they are weeds, not flowers. You plant flowers.” It was hard for me to understand why those pretty weeds couldn’t be considered flowers. Although the correct name for these plants are always in the back of my head, I still refer to these “weeds” as flowers and she’s given up on correcting me.