A black garment (dress) worn by a widow as a sign of mourning

Usage examples of weeds.

No clumps of weeds or slippery stone seemed too small for him to balance on.

Survivors got out there in the weeds in onesies and twosies and did unto Chuck what Chuck was trying to do unto them.

He moved across the dirt and weeds, kicking up dust, purposely delaying his break for the ball so that he could make an over-the-shoulder or backhand catch.

Dust that had been whirled against their walls had sprouted grass and weeds, and there were plants and bushes on knobby stalks poking out of odd corners of the brickwork.

Nile turned, took out the UW, parted the weeds enough to see anything coming toward her.

Go down south somewhere, get a little farm or something, and settle into the weeds, drinking bourbon under a willow tree somewhere.

Brother Malachi was going to be out there, beyond the perimeter, in the weeds, ass in the grass, on the move.

Dark weeds sprouted through collapsed stoops and stairways, and forest vines crept in and out of broken windows and chimneys as if the forest were reclaiming the town for its own.

As I stepped over a cayuco, something croaked and leaped off into the rank weeds bordering the beach.

The moon flashed between banks of running clouds, and chutes of flickering lantern light spilled from shanty windows, illuminating patches of weeds, strips of mucky sand littered with fish corpses and offal and coconut tops.

Mackintosh can indeed see the garden, or the battle between weeds taking place in what was once the garden.

Downwardly mobile households such as that of Mrs Morrow had gardens distinguished by their luxuriant weeds and overgrown lawns-havens where the neighbourhood cats roamed unmolested.

To the right of the road was a field of bleached weeds and grasses, an Andrew Wyeth field glowing yellow in the pale sun, figured by a few stunted oaks and extending to a hill overlooking the sea, where three gray houses were posed against a faded blue sky.

Peter had let it go to seed, and the entire plot was choked with weeds and litter: gas cans, rusty nails, a plastic toy truck, the decaying hide of a softball, cardboard scraps, this and more resting upon a matte of desiccated vines.

The bending and swaying of the weeds revealed a slow circular passage of wind, as if the belly of a great beast were dragging across them, and at the center of the field stood Peter.