WEEDING
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 ant
crawling across
my handthe long journey
