The wind must be
carrying it along.
Maybe it's the season.
Whatever it is
I hear a similar tune
being sung...
one of chaos and stress.
All consuming at times.
As a response
to the compounding
worry
I begin organizing...
and enjoy that which brings
joy.
A simple...
beautiful garden.
Or is it?
A roadside find
that has a few miles on it.
Still...
beautiful...
in spite of
its bumps and bruises.
Late summer
and the only thing flourishing
in my yard...
weeds.
And so I answer back
with mulch.
My twig fence
rebuilt from the weed trees
I pulled from the
yard.
To tell the
neighboring weeds...
you don't live here anymore!
Drawing a line in the sand...
crab grass to the south...
flowering plants to the
north!
Now play by
my rules!
Clear out the
milkweed past expiration...
install a stepping
stone
and a hose guide
to tidy
things up.
More fencing
more mulch.
Put that clematis in
the ground...
finally!
It still has a chance...
given the right
care.
Walkway intruders...
be gone!
My paths are clear...
for the journey
ahead.
If only
it were that simple.
"I know God will not give me
anything I can't handle.
I just wish He didn't
trust me so
much."
~Mother Teresa~
...and to that I will add...
amen.
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