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My mission last week was successful: I fully recharged my battery with solar power. However, I am not sure I am ready to jump back in.
Like it has been since the first cave woman left the cave to go visit her mother in the neighboring valley, when I returned home I was not sure what I would find. Unlike some experiences I have heard from others, when I returned home it almost looked like I had never left. There was of course, an exorbitant amount of dust on the piano and furniture. (I have to admit that when I left there was a base of dust solid enough to write - dust me - on some of the most obvious pieces of furniture.)
There were no dishes in the sink with elaborately colored fuzz growing on them. There was no left over, half eaten pans of what once might have been soup setting on the stove.
There were no newspapers piled deep on the living room floor, next to the ‘big recliner’. Even the bed was made.
David just glanced over my shoulder to check out what I was writing about and said, “Well, I guess the ‘other woman did a pretty good job cleaning up.”
Then he told me about his meal at Tillie’s on Sunday. He was sitting enjoying a good meal and conversation with a striking younger woman when an acquaintance came up and said, “Ha, I finally caught you with another woman!”
David responded, “This is my sister.”
His friend replied, “Ya, I’ve heard that before.”
Sometimes I wonder if, when I leave, if David steps into an alternate reality. In this reality he was having lunch with his younger sister, Patricia who is visiting from Texas.
Sometimes I wonder when I come home if he even noticed I was gone.
When I stepped out into the yard, however, it was a different story.
When I left David was mowing the yard. He had most of it complete. When I returned, less than a short seven days later, the grass was high and the weeds had once again taken over my gardens.
Why do you suppose God made weeds?
According to Wikipedia, a weed in a general sense is a plant that is considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance, and normally applied to unwanted plants in human-made settings such as gardens, lawns or agricultural areas, but also in parks, woods and other natural areas. More specifically, the term is often used to describe native or non-native plants that grow and reproduce aggressively. Generally, a weed is a plant in an undesired place.
Now, I don't know about your weeds, but my weeds seem to love to grow up from within the root of my flowers.
How do they do that?
This morning I went out to pull a few weeds and found that when I carefully wrapped my hand around a very developed weed and gently pulled, the entire daisy plant that I had so tenderly started from seed came right out with the weed.
The more I go away for a week at a time, the more convinced that I am not cut out to be a gardener. I am coming to realize that gardens are like little children, they need constant, loving care.
Since David does such a good job taking care of the house, don’t even think I want him to take care of my gardens. His answer to weed control is Roundup.
My mission last week was successful: I fully recharged my battery with solar power. However, I am not sure I am ready to jump back in.
Like it has been since the first cave woman left the cave to go visit her mother in the neighboring valley, when I returned home I was not sure what I would find. Unlike some experiences I have heard from others, when I returned home it almost looked like I had never left. There was of course, an exorbitant amount of dust on the piano and furniture. (I have to admit that when I left there was a base of dust solid enough to write - dust me - on some of the most obvious pieces of furniture.)
There were no dishes in the sink with elaborately colored fuzz growing on them. There was no left over, half eaten pans of what once might have been soup setting on the stove.
There were no newspapers piled deep on the living room floor, next to the ‘big recliner’. Even the bed was made.
David just glanced over my shoulder to check out what I was writing about and said, “Well, I guess the ‘other woman did a pretty good job cleaning up.”
Then he told me about his meal at Tillie’s on Sunday. He was sitting enjoying a good meal and conversation with a striking younger woman when an acquaintance came up and said, “Ha, I finally caught you with another woman!”
David responded, “This is my sister.”
His friend replied, “Ya, I’ve heard that before.”
Sometimes I wonder if, when I leave, if David steps into an alternate reality. In this reality he was having lunch with his younger sister, Patricia who is visiting from Texas.
Sometimes I wonder when I come home if he even noticed I was gone.
When I stepped out into the yard, however, it was a different story.
When I left David was mowing the yard. He had most of it complete. When I returned, less than a short seven days later, the grass was high and the weeds had once again taken over my gardens.
Why do you suppose God made weeds?
According to Wikipedia, a weed in a general sense is a plant that is considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance, and normally applied to unwanted plants in human-made settings such as gardens, lawns or agricultural areas, but also in parks, woods and other natural areas. More specifically, the term is often used to describe native or non-native plants that grow and reproduce aggressively. Generally, a weed is a plant in an undesired place.
Now, I don't know about your weeds, but my weeds seem to love to grow up from within the root of my flowers.
How do they do that?
This morning I went out to pull a few weeds and found that when I carefully wrapped my hand around a very developed weed and gently pulled, the entire daisy plant that I had so tenderly started from seed came right out with the weed.
The more I go away for a week at a time, the more convinced that I am not cut out to be a gardener. I am coming to realize that gardens are like little children, they need constant, loving care.
Since David does such a good job taking care of the house, don’t even think I want him to take care of my gardens. His answer to weed control is Roundup.
