I've always found the idea of any particular plant being automatically classified as a weed to be strange. I had a horticulture teacher who said that NO plant is a weed and EVERY plant is a weed, it all depends on location and intent. A daffodil growing in a rose garden is a weed just as much as bermuda grass or dandelions growing in the lawn are.
Curious about your take on that viewpoint based on your MG class.
Wish I could have been around for this conversation last night. I agree, weeds are plants, and what they do for or against you is a matter of your intention and perspective.. They can provide good, soft ground cover around your plants, or in the base of an outdoor potted plant. "Weeds" provide ornamental decoration, beautiful climbing vines, even food and medicinal herbs. Some of the little clovers and fragrant pink fuzzy balls that come in early spring where I am, or the rain lilies that pop up after a good rain, are beautiful, pleasing.
It's true that the unplanned interlopers can take nutrients from things you are growing intentionally, but that's why you have mulch, rocks and other kinds of mitigation against being overrun by undesired plants.
I've about discovered that even if I'm ever again in a house where I can have a garden, I won't want a master gardener class if they teach you to call a professional to get rid of wasps. I was so disappointed to read that, though I suspected it all along. Poisoning your environment poisons you.
I'll never need anything more than the Rodale volumes on organic gardening I inherited from my mom. I've used them, done it, grew loads of organic tomatoes, zucchini, onions, garlic, jalapenos, cilantro, four kinds of mint, thyme, sage, basil, rosemary, sorrel, gourds, Meyer lemons, lavender, lemon verbena. Altogether I counted 45 food and herb plants at the time, in addition to the pecan trees that were already there. Chile petin grows wild around here, and makes the best salsa, or you can dry them in the oven until they're crackly little pepper mummies, for a crushed pepper on steak or whatever else, but some people think those are weeds. Some think they're poison. I had to stand and eat them in front of my aunt's yard guy to convince him to leave them alone and stop pulling them. His eyes popped out, but he understood then and for always.
We are disconnected from nature, which goes into that cloud of sadness that hovers over us.