Entrenched

I weeded my flower bed today, sweet friend, and I thought of you.

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I weeded my flower bed today, sweet friend, and I thought of you.

I have such great plans for it.

In the warm sunshine of my yard, I will plant

pink sweet peas, and

fresh lavender, and

orangey calendula, and

fragrant rosemary, and

an absolute riot of purple clematis.

And as it all grows together, I will sit two chairs and a table

and we’ll have frozen lemonade and cookies,

and enjoy the colours,

and the mingling scents,

and we’ll watch the butterflies and the bees have their share.

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First, I must deal with the weeds.

In my zeal, I could pull at them with my hands

but that would only snap off their long taproots,

and leave bits behind to grow back

and spread.

Vigilance is required.

For hours, I dug around the bottom

of every single weed and rooted them out.

Bearing down on the trowel over and over gave me a blister

but it was worth the pain,

for I was determined to have a lovely garden.

Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be pulled up by the roots. Matthew 15:13

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