Once more I’m down on my hands and knees creeping along the garden bed pulling weeks. It’s an on-going spring and summer activity, never getting ahead, always playing catch-up. Weed killers or preventers have limited or no success. What works, although only temporarily, is pulling them.
There is some pleasure in this chore. It requires no deep concentration on the activity itself, freeing my thoughts to float on the breeze. To think about big things–the unrest in the Middle East, unemployment, the national debt. And, little things…
an antcrawling across my hand
the long journey
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