Dear Golden Rod,
Each August, I see your beautiful yellow flowers growing in field after field and I curse you. My eyes are watering, my nose is running and I am miserable. Year after year, you are falsely blamed for this reaction. It is not you who brings on my hayfever each year, it is your cousin Ragweed. You both grow at the same time of year and display yellowish flowers, it is easy to see how one could become confused! Your showier appearance gives you the bad rap as Ragweed sits in the background and reaps from my distress.
So I apologize Golden Rod! I will treasure the nectar you provide for the butterflies and bees and nice addition to meadows and ditches. Through puffy eyes and sneezing fits, I will somehow enjoy your beauty!
p.s. Please don’t be offended as I desperately wish for FROST to kill your cousin!