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Day 10 8/31
Looking around the garden today I'm having trouble seeing past the death. The rose garden has been weeded, watered, fed and mulched but the recent pruning and lack of blooms leaves it resembling a wasteland. The yard has been rid of weeds and is now mostly dirt with patches of unruly pale grass. Even the fruit trees have shed their harvest and seem asleep awaiting a better day.
I push back thoughts of the little yellow flowers that once graced the tallest weeds and the violet blossoms on the little weeds that used to grow by the garden gate. I know I must push those thoughts from my mind though I suppose it's natural to have a sense of loss. Even though they were weeds, they were MY weeds, and I had grown accustomed to seeing them in my yard.
The little pots on the patio where I sowed bell pepper seeds, has tiny sprouts popping up throughout, and I cling to the hope of a future harvest.
Desperate for more hope, I rustled around in my kitchen drawer until i found some little seed packets tucked away months ago. Tearing open the envelope with one hand, I poured the seeds out into my other and stared at them. They seem so totally void of life, nothing but a hard dry shell in my hand. How can these possibly become something beautiful? In faith, I till up the little abandoned bed, sprinkle the seeds, and water them thoroughly. Perhaps, a miracle will happen.
I push back thoughts of the little yellow flowers that once graced the tallest weeds and the violet blossoms on the little weeds that used to grow by the garden gate. I know I must push those thoughts from my mind though I suppose it's natural to have a sense of loss. Even though they were weeds, they were MY weeds, and I had grown accustomed to seeing them in my yard.
The little pots on the patio where I sowed bell pepper seeds, has tiny sprouts popping up throughout, and I cling to the hope of a future harvest.
Desperate for more hope, I rustled around in my kitchen drawer until i found some little seed packets tucked away months ago. Tearing open the envelope with one hand, I poured the seeds out into my other and stared at them. They seem so totally void of life, nothing but a hard dry shell in my hand. How can these possibly become something beautiful? In faith, I till up the little abandoned bed, sprinkle the seeds, and water them thoroughly. Perhaps, a miracle will happen.
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