Weeding the Garden
I spent a large proportion of Saturday morning weeding and pruning in our back garden. We inherited quite a mess when we moved in, though it’s still our responsibility to keep it neat and tidy. That means we can’t get away with leaving some extremely dead Christmas trees in their pots. They were completely dry and brown, and the slightest touch sent showers of what once were needles in every direction. I also tamed a few other plants including a rather vicious spiky plant that looked as if it might be related to the Yukka.
I’m sure there’s a sermon or life illustration in there somewhere – pruning out dead material to make room for new growth and so as to see the good, living stuff. That may be so, but what I’ve got to show for it is a sunburnt back, various cuts on my hands, hayfever (at the time), and a few aching joints.
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June 1st, 2005 at 2:55 pm
Sorry your garden abused you Andy.
You want I should come over there and Vaspers the Grate it up the side of the head a few times, “give it an early birthday present” as my old drinking buddies used to say when I was a backslider?
I love gardening, used to work as ad writer for Garden Way, the Troy-Bilt tiller manufacturer.
I’m trying to grow some tripped out “Cone Flowers”, “bleeding hearts”, basil, radishes, spearmint, rosemary, cosmos daisies, other good stuff. I love how the Lord said that the farmer plants seeds, then day after day goes by, and somehow, the farmer doesn’t know how, but the plants spring up and bloom and thrive.
Don’t let the rabbits eat it up.
:^)