I’m just in from weeding round each individual raspberry
cane, because they were so overwhelmed by buttercups and clover and things that
I couldn’t even see some of the shorter canes.
What was revealed was that several of them are absolutely
dead. They were so overgrown with weeds, though, that I was unaware of that
fact and assumed that beneath the canopy of green there was a thriving, or at
least surviving, rasp cane which, if not productive this year, promised to be
productive in the future. How wrong I was.
It makes me think that there are undoubtedly areas in my
life which I assume are thriving and getting ready to bear fruit, when in fact
their deadness is hidden by a busy overgrowth of activity. I think it’s time to
pull back the busyness and check the underlying health of my commitments,
activities, and dreams.
