weeding is a blessing and a curse, and another blessing again. it's a blessing because it's repetitive and in the silence of the garden where all I hear are birds, the lowing of nearby cows, and the hum from the distant interstate, my mind drifts and flows and I'm unaware of the hours passing. it's a curse because it has to be done so often; there is as yet no foolproof way to prevent grass and broadleaves and dandelions from filtering up through the mesh we lay down and mar what we take pains to sculpt. and it's a blessing again because for those hours all my problems and issues and insecurities are reduced to getting these plants out of this plot of land.
Monday, August 29, 2011
weeding
weeding is a blessing and a curse, and another blessing again. it's a blessing because it's repetitive and in the silence of the garden where all I hear are birds, the lowing of nearby cows, and the hum from the distant interstate, my mind drifts and flows and I'm unaware of the hours passing. it's a curse because it has to be done so often; there is as yet no foolproof way to prevent grass and broadleaves and dandelions from filtering up through the mesh we lay down and mar what we take pains to sculpt. and it's a blessing again because for those hours all my problems and issues and insecurities are reduced to getting these plants out of this plot of land.
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