We marveled at the 'weeds' in France - every blade of grass was a picture to us. We put them in wine bottles and water pitchers and coffee bowls. I picked dozens to nestle in the ivy and eggs which lined the long Easter tables. Funny how different those same yellow dandelions, the pink oxalis, the tiny blue spring blooms and the little white asters just look like 'WEEDS!' when you are the one behind the mowing! There is much catching up to do, but still a little time to offer a new appreciation of the colors and shapes of my own weeds.