Isn’t it funny sometimes how you look at something and think “That looks just like I feel.”
Here it is folks.
I try very hard to be a positive person. Really, I do, but lately it’s been difficult. Dear friends, I have gone through some major health challenges this year and I feel like my garden looks– overrun with weeds, withered, anemic.
But also like my garden, if I look hard enough I can find blossoms of hope. When I pull back the tangled mess hanging off of the downed trellis, I find green beans. They’re hanging on, growing strong, even though their leaves are worn and sucked dry by spider mites. Earlier in the season, I didn’t know if the pepper plants would make it. But now they are plentiful and the fruit is crisp and delicious. The herbs? Many have gone to seed without my watchful eye and constant plucking of their flowers. But they’re still there. And though they are hot and tired and in desperate need of love and attention, they stand tall.
I try to do the same; remain patient like the peppers, steadfast like the green beans, and strong like the basil.