Wednesday, May 2, 2012

...a weed in time...

how many weeds can you eliminate in one hour? ...or two? ...or maybe three?

...having just spent nearly four hours in the garden... entirely devoted to the destruction of this pernicious family of encroachers... I can attest that it depends entirely upon the type of weeder you are:

Method #1~ the stoop over with gloves and trowel to remove one plant at a time by the roots type weeder: you love to take your time and enjoy the whole garden experience, whether it be harvesting veges, flowers, or weeds! besides... thorough removal will avoid return visits to the same site.. although your aching back will remind you of the price you have paid for such diligence! but.. there will be no time left to smell the flowers if this is the only method you employ...for it will take the longest of all methods, up front~ at least.  you must also remember that stooping down to their level has definite disadvantages: for who ever feels good about destroying something which can look you straight in the eye before your final blow? One must think long and hard before committing to this method, that is for sure!


Method #2)~ The spray and forget type weeder: you hate to take the time to physically attack those weeds... so a spray that kills them dead, while you remain somewhat aloof to the dastardly process, seems more... honorable? but be sure to wear your protective mask and respirator, long sleeves and gloves, tuck your full length jeans into your socks, a hat or hood...and....whew! we are tired already, just getting geared up!   Although this appears to be the fastest method, be warned that it can backfire a bit if wind wafts the fine spray onto a cherished cucumber or (may it never be) tomato! and there is always the fear that the fruit of your vine and tree could be infected by the poison... for how can you truly enjoy the juicy warm sweetness of a fresh picked strawberry or plum, while a chance remains that the deadly spray has wandered this way?  and might you not also have a nagging worry that the spray might have found a chink in... your armour? :O 

Method #3)~ the hoe till they spring up no more type weeder:  taking your hoe of choice, you tackle the job in a more... upright manner.  not quite so personal and hands-on as the trowel and glove method where close proximity to the thistle requires guts and brawn... nor is it as distant and impersonal.. as in the spraying method (with its possible dangerous side effects).  this responsible method will take you on a wonderful journey through each section of your garden... again, and again... and again... and again......for just when you think you have hoed every last green curmudgeon, another will spring into view.. and off you are on another adventure! :D

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though this is, by no means, an exhaustive list of methods, and though we may disagree on the actual method of choice used to rid our garden of weeds... we all would have to agree that they cannot stay as guests..   we must send them packing, dispatching them early and often... they say the job gets easier each time around... guess that's one of the keys to a successful garden. don't wait till the weeds get large enough to play hide and seek in them...  today is the day... diligence is the way, for you know what they say about a weed in time...

"I went by the field of the lazy man, 
     and by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding;
and there it was, all overgrown with thorns;
     its surface was covered with nettles;
its stone wall was broken down.
When I saw it, I considered it well;
     I looked on it and received instruction;
A little sleep, a little slumber,
     a little folding of the hands to rest;
so shall your poverty come like a prowler,
   and your need like an armed man.  

Proverbs 24:30-34 The Living Bible

 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

of froglets and hope

...found a froglet today... while summering up the back patio: uncovering deck furniture.. setting out cushions, putting up umbrellas, plumping up pillows...

suddenly... there he was! wedged between the clear plastic table cover I had so carefully folded in half and left on top of the round table for safekeeping that blustery autumn day so many months ago...  he looked dead.. lying there with soft, white, little belly up, with narry a movement visible. 

how long had he been there? how had he gotten there? such mysteries remain veiled to our wondering minds... but at least he was intact...he had not decomposed... yet.

carefully unfolding the plastic, i pick him up to toss him into the bushes... but... what was that? movement! The little bug-eyed insect lover was still alive! how could he still be breathing.. after being tucked away for who know how long between two layers of plastic?  carrying him over to a moist pot of freesias, i watch him merrily hop away! free!!!

i wonder... did he purposefully pick that spot to overwinter, braving steep inclines, rain, hail, or high winds to get to his secret hiding spot.. or was he an accidental visitor, out on a joyride... suddenly finding himself entrapped in a dark tomb... perhaps lured here by the sound of insects, and then unable to find his way out?... and how was he able to survive, deprived as he was of fresh air and sweet, munchy bugs?

maybe he's a lot like us... thinking we've got the perfect plans for our future... where to go, what to do...  then, k-powie, life hits us broadside, and we are stuck... going nowhere fast! we are suffocating, starving, lost.....and oohhhh... it's so dark in here!  :O  just maybe we need Someone to find us... Someone who cares...

"But God is so rich in mercy; he loved us so much that even though we were spiritually dead and doomed by our sins, he gave us back our lives again when he raised Christ from the dead (only by his undeserved favor have we ever been saved), and lifted us up from the grave into glory along with Christ, where we sit with him in the heavenly realms~ all because of what Christ Jesus did. Ephesians 2:4-7 Living Bible

thank You for finding us....and freeing us from our dark grave of despair... thank You for giving us hope, and... a future...



Monday, April 30, 2012

Lessons learned from seed~ part 1

 Oh! The lessons we learn from seed!  Such joyful little givers! :D So willing to fall into the furrow... spilling over each other in their eager plunge to fulfill their potential... even if it takes a "little dying" along the way.

Really though... the dying can't just be "little", can it? It has to be total.. a death to what HAS been and... what IS. This form of present existence must end: cloaked in it's crusty outer shell, and tossed about in its small paper packet.  A death to the past must take place..in expectancy of the future , if small, seedy, dormant powerhouses ever hope to be transformed.  

 No..they just can't remain the way they are and where they are, if they ever hope to become fully... alive! 

And.. who can ever stand in their way... once these small seeds determine to move forward? No one!  This is a well documented fact.. for haven't we all learned this the hard way?!

Take weeds. They can't fool us! Fluffy and cheery yellow tho' some may appear, they can destroy a lawn in just two generations... :O  Get them out early..quickly.. or reap your doom! 

And weeds can transform a walkway overnight... from a neat, well controlled mosaic of stone, into a wild, willie-nillie jungle.. Be prepared: pack your machete!

Or... bending over to grasp and pull at an ugly offender, and underestimating their determination to succeed... just turn your head for an instant at a mockingbird's call, and the little opportunists have hitch-hiked the wind behind your back. They are off on the breeze... and no amount of struggle on your part will corral them now... Be warned: your agitating hand will only further the offense... It is now hopeless....sigh!


No..never turn your back on a weed, unless you are a thrill-seeker... unless you stalk danger! For you will find it!

Ah, yes... the lessons we learn from seed...
Small... insignificant... dry... lifeless looking...who would be intrigued with such as these? Who would believe that packed within a dusty, dry seed, rests dormant power to transform our home and lives? 

One seed can fill a vase with fragrant flowers, or a foodbank with luscious, warm, juicy tomatoes. One seed might spawn a cedar, redwood, or a mighty oak. Given enough time, a single seed could exponentially feed a world...or a universe. Such is the power of the unassuming, lifegiving, lowly seed. Who can know the power of... just... ONE?



Saturday, April 7, 2012

opening furrow
welcoming earth
surrendering seed
prepare for new birth