I am having a troublesome time reconciling myself with the weeds in my back garden. It's only a pocket-size garden.. However, I just can't find any motivation to weed it. Every evening and every morning, I say to myself, "I have-to-have-to-have-to weed the garden". Then, I take off to do things I would much rather do, like go to the beach or gym, or take a walk, or watch tv, or visit the shops, or the dentist. Yes, truly, I'd rather go the dentist than weed a garden.
The weeds are so high I could almost-but-not-quite lose an elephant amongst them. It looks like I have sheafs of wheat blowing in the wind. In reality, I have no flowers, shrubs, bushes, or bulbs in this so-called garden. There is a fig tree. The trunk of that tree is completely obscured by the shoulder-high weeds.
This weeding thing has now become massive in my mind. So massive, that I'm stressed about it. My swimming friend, J, says if I do some weeding for ten minutes every day, I will soon have the garden weed-free. J has even agreed to weed her own garden simultanously. I guess I keep a phone beside me on the garden path and when I feel like I want to rebel and run away from home, I need to give her a call, and she'll talk me up..... It's so neat to have a sponsor.
This afternoon, I shut the back door on my garden and went for a lovely walk to the hill above Worser Bay. The weather was perfect
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