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As I bent down to turn the handle to rewind the watering hose my eyes were attracted by a vibrant color, magenta, one of my favorite colors.  A flower sat enthroned on top of its stem covered in green leaves that grew in pairs from the ground up to its flower.  This elongated and twinned flower with its delicate petals had surprised me.  Hidden behind the hose reel it had been allowed to grow until it flowered to surprise me and send me into a thoughtful mode.  How many times had I pulled up these single stems that grew sprinkled among my bushes?  My gloved hand had found no resistance as it pulled their roots out of the ground at different stages of their growth.  I had no admiration for these plants.  Until now they had been just stems with leaves.  This pretty flower questioned my sense of aesthetics. I started wondering how many plants that I considered to be weeds had had pretty flowers just waiting to be discovered.  

As I pulled at the dried grass that grew around the flower, a thought popped into my head, an analogy formed, weeds are a good representation of life.  How often had I given up?  Stopped certain projects or smothered my ideas before they flourished, had I only seen ugly stems?  How could I know if it would grow into a flower or if it was just a weed?  It is easier to give up than to continue and push through but it is usually great efforts that get us to our goals.  The only thing I can be sure of is that projects and ideas bring me joy and once the project is done, I feel satisfaction.  Then why would I abandon my projects before they bloom into their splendor?

Certains weeds need to be pulled, like our negative thoughts, our judgements, the ones that choke us, that stop us from growing, that discourage us.  There is a certain satisfaction when we can shed the weight that holds us back, but there is even more pleasure and enjoyment in admiring the flower of our efforts.

I wish you good personal weeding and sowing!