I wanted to swim today. I'm irritable and bad company. I'm gardening instead. Actually, not gardening, weeding. I don't enjoy it but sometimes weeding does provide a bit of a sense of achievement. That's what I am after today, some kind of worth. When we bought our house the block was strangled in the invasive ground cover, wandering dew. During the first year I worked very hard to remove it and contain it. Every now and then it begins to take over again and so I go and I fight it. I had thought that I'd gotten it under control, that it would just need the occasional maintenance from now on. Life is busy and I had just ignored it until today.
Today I decided I'd get it back to a manageable state. I pulled it out in big arm fulls, I picked out small strands in between other plants. I worked for ages and expected to be able to see my progress and be rewarded. But I couldn't, it didn't even look like I'd been there at all. It felt like a losing battle. The long runs of vine had crept from the fence and all the way down to the veggie patch and the more I pulled out, the more I saw that need removing. It hits me hard that my efforts seem like they are for nothing as I know when I clear them today it won't be long until the weeds are back again. It made me think of the things within yourself that you try to get rid of. Your fears, your doubts, your regrets. Can you ever really clear them out for good or are they things you have to keep in check, things you need to maintain, keep an eye on to make sure they don't take over once again. I like to be positive so I think about the east side of our block that used to be waist deep in this leafy green overwhelming weed. I'd had heard that chooks eat it so I made our chook run right over the top of it. The chooks ate it and scratched it until there was nothing at all but dirt inside their run. I've since taken the run down and where ever the chooks have been, the weed hasn't come back. So I guess we just need the right help in life, the right advice, the right tools or the right egg laying fowl and the willingness to get to the bare dirt so that the grass can begin to grow.
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