I’ve been in my garden pulling weeds. It’s such a big job.
I’ve tried to set manageable goals, this bed today, this bed tomorrow.
I have lots of big garden beds and some of the weeds, I think, are bigger than me.
But despite that, I’ve decided there’s one thing I really enjoy about weeding.
It’s certainly not the sore muscles in my back when I’m done.
I realized that I just can’t properly enjoy the beauty of all the little things in my garden- the buzzing bees, the small blooming things, new little plants coming out of the earth, the smells of lilac, bridal wreath, and Spring Snow crabapples in bloom…
until I’m out in my garden, on my hands and knees, hard at work.