Garden Challenges & Wonders

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         It, that bindweed, is back, and I'm out again on the prowl! But in the midst of weeding, I saw such wonders, all busy, moving, eating, growing! I'm glad the weather is warmer, and we've had more rain in the evenings. Plants and trees are happy! And I am, too.

        "The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."   

                                                                                                           ~Henry Miller

Bees have returned!

See those pointy leaves crawling up the leaf?
That's bindweed!

A Favorite Teaching Idea

       I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.

The last time I wrote was about going home. I did, and had a marvelous time with cousins, my brother and sister-in-law, nieces and nephews, and of course it was fun to travel with my daughter and the two grand-girls! 

Remember this? That bindweed takeover in the flower bed outside my own garden. 

And what it looked like after cleaning most of it.

Since Last Week

        I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.

        This small part was posted on Facebook yesterday: There is a large flower bed outside my fence that is mostly beautiful, but the HOA is in charge of it, and I am tired of seeing so many weeds. Here is what I did today, in succession, left to right, from bindweed attacking, to me attacking bindweed, and the results. I'll keep going again, but it's hot, & I filled one bag! Maybe the HOA will pay me (te he)! I actually don't mind too much. I like being outdoors! And I love the result!

BEFORE

DURING

AFTER

       I've thought of all the things I can do about the troubled time in this past week. I must confess that there is part of me that hopes someone will step forward and fix everything. I wish that it wasn't happening. I wish that it wasn't hard. I do believe many of us are kind, do help by being who we are. 

Like waiting for that bindweed to disappear, I keep waiting. The problems have grown, the weeds have grown, and others in the neighborhood pass by. I imagine they do not see, think it's someone else's problem, not theirs. So, I ask the question: "Who else but me will add to the actions needed?"

      I remember Robert F. Kennedy speaking to the crowd after Dr. Martin Luther King's assassination, and continue to be influenced his words:

   “Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”