There are some who think I’m a little strange, but I quite like weeding
the garden, always have. It probably has something to do with my desire to
create order out of chaos no matter what the task. I’m not precious about it,
it doesn’t have to be perfect, but when things start to get a bit straggly and
are begging for attention, pulling a few weeds every few days and pruning a
branch here and there rather than letting it build up to an insurmountable
chore seems to me the easier route in the end. Facing the job is the hardest
part, but once you start, a kind of rhythm sets in and you find the resulting
satisfaction well worth the effort. The reward is immediate, which is what I
like, so it would be good if I could attend to the not so visible areas of my
life in much the same way, caring for those internal things that tend to
plummet to the bottom of the list of priorities. It’s all very well to work on
what is visible to everyone else, but there may be more important things than the garden which require regular weeding, pruning, and nourishing.
weeding is therapeutic
says one who weeds not
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