Dreams really do come true. Keep dreaming!
This past Saturday, while weeding my brick patio for the 4th time this summer, I was simply amazed at the resilience and tenacity of weeds. Although I’m no green thumb gardener, I can recognize and name several varieties of plants and flowers, including a few of the weeds that had found a home between the cracks and crevices of my bricks. There were mostly dandelions, several itsy bitsy maple saplings, and some whispery thin greenery that kind of resembled shamrocks. Besides one pokey thistle, there was also a whole assortment of unidentified weeds that managed to partially fill a large paper bag for compost pickup.
Some of the weeds had barely taken root and with hardly a pull they easily came out in my hand. Others needed to be tugged and prodded and sometimes required me to use the garden shears to fully uproot them. I know better than to think I got every single piece of every single root. In my 20 years of homeownership, I’ve become somewhat seasoned in this game of tug of war. Plus with all the rain we had this spring, including the last few weeks, I really wasn’t surprised at how well the weeds were doing. But I was surprised to find some moss that has started to get a little too comfortable out there among the weeds and the brick.
It took me several hours to fully rid my patio of all the visible weeds, and I felt such a feeling of satisfaction in seeing the end result, the fruits of my labor.
It seems whenever I spend chunks of time outside that my thoughts often are lifted heavenward. Sitting under the shade of my patio umbrella, in between sips of cool water, I couldn’t help reflecting over all the different kinds and types of weeds and plants I had in my yard and garden. The colors alone were almost mind boggling, even when only considering all the various shades of green. And what’s truly mind boggling is how many plants and weeds cover the surface of the earth in all the countries and continents of the world!
I definitely was feeling immersed in more than one God-moment and just feeling grateful for the sunshine and warm weather that made my weed-pulling task something I was able to tackle and complete this weekend. I was grateful for my eyesight and all the beauty that surrounded me. I was grateful for my ability to hear when some random birds serenaded me and the breeze gently nudged some sweet sounds from my wind chimes. I was grateful for my physical health that allowed me to bend and twist, up and down, spending hours working in my yard. And I was also grateful when I finally finished, sore and tired, that I had some Advil waiting inside.
Halfway through my weeding, when I realized I was going to write about it, I took a before and after photo to document my progress. It seemed appropriate to share these photos along with some of the different weed-inspired thoughts and questions that came to me in the process.
I happen to appreciate the saying, ‘Make hay while the sun is shining.”
Being somewhat of a procrastinator at times, I especially love when I apply it to my own life. Yesterday was one of those days. I am thoroughly enjoying how my patio brick looks after all my hard work and effort. I’d love to say I’m done. Only I know better. Am I ever really done? For now, the moss is waiting. That’s my project for next Saturday. I’m hoping for more sunshine. How about you?