Those pesky weeds

I’m just in from trying to clear a bit of ground to put in the bedding plants. I say trying, because the earth there is a mass of tree roots, interwoven with ground elder shoots which twist and turn all over the place. I did what I could and put in the plants. Now we’ll see which is the hardiest: the weeds or the pansies.

I think I know the answer already.

Some bad habits and thought patterns have a way of sinking tap roots deep into my psyche. Despite my most focused efforts, they are entwined amongst other thoughts and habits so tightly that they just won’t budge.

I don’t have any problem believing that I need God. Only he has the precision tools to uproot destructive thoughts completely and replace them with healing, wholesome ones. Thoughts and habits that will bloom and carry fragrances that will bless others. Thanks be to God.

Wilting

It’s amazing how quickly the flowers in the hanging basket at the door have wilted and died. 

All it took was a little neglect in the watering area and a strong wind blowing. Now the nasturtiums look withered, the petunias hang lifeless, and the pansies are brown.

I’ve not had a quiet time for a few days. I’ve been busy with the B&B, washing, ironing, hoovering, cooking bacon and eggs. The sun has shone and the temps have risen and I’ve gone to do battle with the weeds which overpowered everything else in the garden this summer. Church duties demanded my time. There were one or two social events intervening. 

Days have passed.

And today I am beginning to wither and droop. I don’t want to end up like the flowers in the hanging basket, but I see how fast it can happen.

I’m off to drink at the spring of life, before it’s too late!