I kind of like weeding. Seriously. It's a very cathartic, spiritual experience for me. Grabbing a weed by it's leaves and yanking it's roots out of the ground is better than a hitting a punching bag.
Weeding also makes me think very deep, spiritual thoughts. I don't really know why and it's totally cheesy, but it's true. As I dig out the roots of the weeds that are a little more stubborn and don't want to come out with just a hard yank, I think about sin. I think about how sin is like dandelions that are have their roots in China and as much as I dig, I can't ever seem to get to the bottom. I think that's how sin is in my life. I try to get rid of it all, but some of it just seems so deeply rooted that no matter how hard I dig, I can't get to the bottom of it; I can't seem to completely rid myself of it. I think of the Garden of Eden and how it was so perfect and we were never supposed to have either sin or weeds in life. And I wonder how different things will be in heaven and on the new earth.
I don't ever really have any clear resolutions to these random thoughts other than I hate dandelions and I hate my sin and perhaps if I think of my sin as a God-forsaken dandelion, maybe I'll be less apt to continue in it. I just ponder these random thoughts as I dig and pull, spade in hand, dirt caking under my finger nails until my garden looks weed free. Then I spray on a lot of Round-Up to ensure that whatever I missed dies.
TODAY though, there was no catharsis or pondering as I hacked at my flowerbed with a garden hoe and a rake. I was just there to to some serious damage to the jungle of dandelions and viney weed thingys that had overtaken everything. It was hotter than blue blazes because of course, I got it in my mind to start this attack at noon which meant the most spiritual thought I had was "it's hotter than hell out here!"
Eventually, I managed to clear almost all of the weeds and those I didn't get to, I decided to suffocate with black trash bags. I figure I'll then get mulch to put on top of the trash bags and never have to deal with weeds again. Well, at least not in such large quantities. I think it's probably better for my soul. I can get my catharsis and do my spiritual thinking while weeding the much smaller, less dandelion prone, flower bed by my front door. As least that one is in the shade.
And on a side note, I have no idea why today's picture is blue. Weird.
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