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I normally enjoy the cool dewy mornings, but today it was hard-I needed to hang up some laundry but had some minor annoyances.

The neighbor's small dog kept up a steady high-pitched yapping at me, my cat Shasta was clinging to one of the high beams in the patio looking awful with her skin condition(she is allergic to fleas and subject to bumps and sores at times), one of my clothes lines was down and needed to be fixed-and then the mosquitoes found me.

I hung up my clothes trying my best to ignore the yapping dog and buzzing biting mosquitoes and not worry so much of poor Shasta (her medicine should be arriving soon, but I may need to take her in for a steroid shot).

It was a beautiful morning though; the air was cool, and the grass very green. The sky was a beautiful blue and clear. I noticed some little purple trumpet-looking flowers blooming on a vine around the Japanese maple tree I was near, and bent down for a closer look. I don't think I had ever seen them before-or had I not noticed?

I looked online to see if I could find out what kind they were and they are: Lavender Bindweed (Colleen Vanderlinden)-and I was told must be eradicated immediately. I wasn't told why exactly-just that it is very hearty-its seeds can live for up to 30 years, and once it takes root it is very hard to get rid of. I didn't hear any mention that it harms other plants-but I guess since it is considered a weed it must.

In reading about organic gardening on, there appears to be a few uses for this 'garden villain.' If one is inclined, one can "use pieces of bindweed as ties in place of twine when tying and staking plants. The flowers (which are actually very pretty) attract beneficial insects, and exude a soft fragrance. The leaves and stems can be used to make an all-natural dye, and there are also accounts of the roots being brewed as a tea to relieve constipation. "

I think I will keep this weed, it didn't bug me nearly as much as everything else this morning did-and it actually served as a reminder to me that beautiful, delicate looking flowers can also be pretty darn tough too.

When researching the symbology of these flowers I found them to mean 'uncertainty' or sometimes meaning 'affection' for their needing to hold on to something to grow. Image