Sortin' - Weedin' - Same Thing

Most people consider the stroke of Midnight that rings in a new year to be the time when all things begin again.  A second chance - to live life as if everything has become all fresh and new.

( Kit - " Rosebud " by Sandy Collins at Digital Design Den )

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.