Tucking in the Garden

Early November....the perfect day to put my garden to bed...trouble is it had not been really tended to since August. Weeds galore were thriving, however, as they will. Where do they all come from!!! It took both me and my dear husband, David, to get the rototiller started...but THANKFULLY, after about 20 cranks it decided to obey my pleads. Several passes through the whole thing yielded a patch of brown earth sprinkled with bits of green...bits of green that will decompose well and bits of green that I declare are just plain evil.

Bermuda Grass

Every time...yes...every time I grab a shovel...or a hoe..or get on my hands and knees in my garden, I am given time to ponder and process. The last four hours I spent there were in contemplation and irritation and amazement at this stuff that golf courses love, but I struggle to appreciate. One tiny piece left will eventually take over in what seems like no time at all. I pulled out as much as I could and dug down deep to get the strands the rototiller didn't loosen...but I know I didn't get it all. I will need to be vigilant next summer.

Bermuda grass..so much like the roots of unresolved issues in us. Just one tiny piece can grow and choke out a dream. Bermuda grass..that narcisistic ego who demands to lead and take over. I'm glad to put my ego in the same category as burmuda grass. Yes, it has it's place, but not in the garden of my hopes, dreams and intentions. I promise my soul, right here and now, to be vigilant and keep weeding, keep digging and keep believing my dreams, goals and mission is worth whatever it takes to keep that grass where it belongs...So it is said. So it is done. AUMEN