It is WAY spring all of a sudden
and the battles have been renewed between myself and the ever present Taraxacum officinale,
It should be plural but what is the plural of thousands?
SO i am pulling weeds, and planting flowers.
Mom thinks the damndelions are flowers, cute and yellow.
I think the damndelions are a scourge, the eleventh plauge that God set on the Egyptians to finally convince Pharaoh to "let my people go!" No matter. They are bad news, and a pox and a blight on my flower garden. I will not have them or their floating fluffy offspring ruining my floral displays.
As I am constantly monitoring myself for useful messages and visions to explain what heretofore has been inexplicable ( me), I sensed in the dandelions an object lesson de jour. I am working it up into a full blown post, but suffice it to say that God owns the garden that is me, and has let me work in it, and so I am choosing daily the type of flowers and care that go into making me beautiful and fruitful.
Yes, it is back breaking work. I am holding on to see the results that some weeding, watering and fertilizers will bring in the months and years ahead.