For me - that moment comes as soon as I awake - on the first day of - Spring. I like to think I get to enjoy my new day of my life’s freshening in a much more calmer - serene - peaceful period.
I’m allowed the quiet of winter - to prepare for my new seasons. I prefer that - compared to the chaos crammed into the months of November and December - just before that first day in any January.
Okay - fine! So having two young 4-legged children thinking the inside of the house is a playground - can shake things up - a little.
But - Winter allows an excuse to sit - and put plans onto paper. Alright - so most of us have moved forward to using a Word doc - and making sure the printer cartridge is healthy!
“ What- Evarrrr !! “ Well - thank God for Word docs and printers. Because the lists become longer with each coming arrival of a new spring season!
There’s always something to do. At times - I think it’s much easier to mention what not to do - instead. At the top of my head - I can already come up with one for that list - “ Not picking up the phone when it rings. “
God love ‘em! But there are people on this planet that have no clue. They live in their cities - their little apartments - surrounded by cement and asphalt - and malls - and - and - and - loads of the Dirty Words ( grocery stores ). With a simple telephone call - they can rob you of a couple hours - which are downright precious in every single day. And to be honest - they really don't mean to do such a thing.
I can already hear some of my family - “ Well - screw you ! I just won’t call you anymore! “
My response to you - “ Okay! Whatever lifts ‘yer skirt up, Hon ! But if you really loved me enough to wanna talk to me - you’d get your butt up here to East Tennessee - come visit me - and help me while you’re at it ! “
( Can you hear the silence? Happens every time. )
Here’s my imagination’s view of trying to get away from one of those phone calls.
“ Honey, I don’t mean to be rude. But - I should have milked my goats an hour ago. I was already running behind. And I’m afraid I may have one of my girls feeling a bit of Mastitis by now. I must call you - later. “
And believe it or not - even with that much of an effort - you may need to explain even further to some women. “ Mastitis ? Oh, Honey - are you serious ? Oh - wait. I’m sorry. I forgot. You’ve never had children. Okay - just imagine yourself having severely swollen - red from the heat - painful as in ’ Do NOT touch me ’ - boobs. But - they must be touched. Because neither - you nor goat - can escape from the fact that they must be milked ! You do. Okay ! Good ! I’m so glad you - finally - understand ! I‘ll call you - later. Love you. Bye ! “
I did it - again. Didn’t I? Okay - turn this mutha around to get back on the right track.
There was a time in my life when I read - “ A weed is merely a flower growing in the wrong place. “
The poor things gain notoriety - in such a negative kind of way.
Too many times we overlook and fail to stop long enough to examine - compare - understand.
To the world - a weed has become the agonizing pest for gardeners. You’d think they all have heads and bodies as large and ugly as - the same on Godzilla. And we all toil over taking each of them to their demise.
“ Hard to believe something so pretty lands in my burn pile. “
Yet - there are those of us that - do - choose to stop and examine - compare - and - contemplate. The life of a weed is so much like our own. They sprout through the soil and come into this world - anew - fresh - and stupid. Somewhere a woman gives birth to each of us. And we come into this world - anew - fresh - innocent - and stupid.
One of the major differences between the weeds and ourselves - we have legs. And there are times when I’m just not so sure that’s a good thing. Because - some of us never make the most of our legs - to get beyond - stupid. And that’s where - weeds and we - come back together to recognize the good in that sad fact. One can discover - if they watch long enough - those that never get beyond stupid - are those you hear saying - quite often - “ I don’t care. “
The verbiage may not always be put out there on the table. Instead - behavior and surroundings say the same even more. And things with them - they never change. That’s when - in the life of some of us - it becomes necessary to deal with some - weeds.
Those that do care - count on that new first morning - when they get a second chance - to begin again - living life with that freshening. Their life changes. They become new.
But the worst thing we can do - to ourselves - is to fail in learning one valuable lesson about dealing with weeds.
There are weeds in this world that never deserve landing in a burn pile. They - simply - deserve a more suitable home to be replanted.
And with all weeds - we fail only ourselves if we never come back to visit them - again. Because some weeds change. That may be the case of any first chance meeting with a weed. At the time we had no desire for having them in our garden - we may have had other preferences for that spot.
Or - maybe - that weed had not sprouted up and lived long enough to become it’s full beauty - yet.