Ever notice that when a wildflower volunteers in a garden it’s a weed, even though it’s the same flower that’s viewed with pleasure in a meadow? Why? Is it not still as beautiful when it blossoms in the garden as when it grows in the wild?
"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
That depends on the purpose of the garden.
I suppose, Perri. But when dandelions invade my flower or veggie gardens, I rejoice in the added beauty and good eats. 😉