My job is to dig up the good plants and separate them from weeds, or bad plants.
I have to dig deep, around the plant and take it out with the root.
First part of the work is to dig around it with a shovel, and then the fun part starts; I bury my face in the dirt, and search for the roots and then pull them out, unhurt.
Sometimes it works out really good, and sometimes it takes time and a lot of strength…
Anyway, while I’m looking for the plants while lying on the ground, sometimes I find really great roots, and I’m delighted to save the plant, and I feel great for doing something good.
And when I pull it out, often I see that I pulled out poison ivy or useless weed that has better roots then the good plants I’m supposed to save…
Damn!
(any similarity with real life is accidental)
October 26, 2008 at 5:10 pm
wow… GOD knows how to teach us…
I love it when he uses average things like gardening (in my life) for lessons…
Seems like GOD is telling you something…
Awesome.
“She moves in mysterious ways..”
October 26, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Once upon a time a guy walked down the street and felt kinda hungry. So he decided he’d have a nice, juicy burek. He stopped by a baker-store and ordered one. Then he paid for it and got out and started chewing and munching and enjoying and savoring the sweet taste of hot cheese and pastry. And just as he was doing that, it started to rain. So he said, Man, I better get home quickly cuz I didn’t get my umbrella. And he did.
Anyway, where was I going with that story? Who the heck knows… Vote Quimby!