Here are some weeds.

Look, a crown made of weeds!

Then, some of those weeds over there will do.

The great wizard who is said not to even leave weeds in his wake...

The yard was uneven and rampant with weeds. I tidied it up.

And these rocks are here to stop weeds from growing all over the place.

These weeds are thick.

Polar Bear's Café Weeding in the summer.

The weeds in the yard?

It's for all-you-can-eat weeds.

The yard was getting overgrown with weeds.

That's a weed.

Yes, and just like weeds, they're nothin' but trouble.

Those little girls of yours are growing like weeds, Lemkil.

Woodmans of the world're like mushrooms ?????? always rear their ugly heads from the dirt if conditions're right.

Would ye fetch brushwood with me the morrow?

No offense, but in that undergrowth and mud, you'd be like a…

Drats! Just sent granddad out for some dry brushwood!

Theoretically. See, curse grows weaker once it's transferred. Might end up as just an appetite for seeds and worms. All outcomes are on the table, though. Death included.

It's my apprentice, Folkert. I sent him to the Deadwight Wood - you know, the forest near Martin Feuille's farmstead. I'd run out of han fiber, see, and the damned stuff grows thick as weeds there…