We had no idea weeds could be so hard to pull.
The half acre of land, where 0ur new home had just been built, was covered in weeds. But we had visions of a well-manicured lawn surrounded by flowers, shrubbery, fruit trees, and a garden full of luscious berries, fruits and vegetables. And so we attempted to remove the weeds, which ranged in size from two inches to three feet tall.
We thought it would be easy — grip, pull and toss.
Unfortunately, the weeds were tenaciously riveted to the ground with roots very reluctant to leave the hard-hearted bosom of Mother Earth.
Had the weeds produced food or beauty, we would have been thrilled with such healthy plants. But these were obnoxious, repulsive weeds which would overtake all our efforts to beautify our surroundings, and eventually kill the love, joy and peace of home ownership.
So, with gloves and shovels, my wife Darla and I attacked the weeds, straining and struggling. And after several days of blistering work, we had completely weeded that half acre. Though we keenly felt our aching backs and hands, we were glad to have seen the deforestation project through to completion.
What a work-out!
The memory of that tenacious vegetation reminds me of another root that can be equally as frustrating and destructive. [Read more…]