weeds…a god-send…

weeds (Photo credit: gusset)

Tis the season…to weed. For gardeners, that is. Although anyone can partake of this tedious task. If you haven’t a patch of your own, I’m certain your neighbor would lend you hers…gladly. And if you’re an urbanite with no natural greenery in sight, there must be a little piece of square footage belonging to Mother Nature alongside the highway. Go borrow it for a minute or two…or however long it takes for you to vent your frustrations.

What’s that old saying? Busy hands…? I’ve never been very good at remembering how those go. I only know they’re true and have value, even today.

It’s been almost a month that I’ve had 2 men living under my roof from 8:30 a.m. until they decide to leave, which varies from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m. They’re hard-working, considerate, pleasant, and attractive to boot. “What more could a woman want?” you ask.

“I’d like my privacy and space back, that’s what!”

I can count on Sundays, but sometimes my temporary housemates show up on Saturday and put in a full day’s work. God bless them! They’re worth their weight in gold. Right now I’d gladly share my treasure…for some peace…and quiet.

Living in an organized mess is definitely not my idea of home. I can’t easily find something clean to wear since I’ve taken to stacking all my available clothes, and my husband’s, onto one chair in the bedroom we’re now occupying. It’s large enough for one person to move about, usually my daughter when she’s visiting us.

Being considerably wider than our ballerina offspring, my husband and I aren’t usually in the room together. Until we crawl into the double bed at night, that is. Then we try to lie as still as we can…a near impossibility.


we-never-talk (Photo credit: cheerfulmonk)

Thankfully after 41 years of marriage, my husband and I still like each other. Love is a must entering into Holy Matrimony. But without “like” it’s almost certain that spouses would be picking up the pieces of their lives…after a divorce. Enduring a home renovation together can do wonders for bringing partners closer together. Or it can widen the chasm, given the opportunity.

“So what do weeds have to do with all this?” 

Paul Brindley, Harriet Wheeler, Patrick Hannan...

Paul Brindley, Harriet Wheeler, Patrick Hannan, and David Gavurin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I need to get away from all the commotion happening inside my house, and the 3 men with whom I now live…weeding is a God-send. Yanking on those little suckers makes me feel in control again. And there’s no one to encroach upon my peace and quiet…my space.

So there I am…kneeling to weeds, while my domain is being usurped by trespassers. With my blessing, I might add.

needs weeding: june
needs weeding: june (Photo credit: Runder)

…how ironic…since i asked for this…didn’t i?

………hugmamma.  😦

16 thoughts on “weeds…a god-send…

    • Aaah…a fellow gardener. Someone who understands the joys…and the sorrows of weeding…pruning…raking…the endless cycle. But as you said, there are the benefits…accomplishing the end goal…a thing of beauty. I wouldn’t mind handing the paint brush over to another artist. But then again, I wouldn’t have the pleasure of creating…

      …and that’s half the fun…i think!?! 😉


      • Gardening is fun for me, if the weather is in the 60 or 70s range’ for us that is very unusual since we tend to be in the high 80’s with humidity to match. But it has to be done, and I love to see the flowers in bloom. Most of the time though, the hubby is the one out there raking and pruning. LOL


    • For 14 years hubby and I have showered in a fiberglass stall in a 3/4 bath. We’re spreading out…the shower is being extended to 72″ long by 36″ wide. There’ll be a rainshower head, as well as a hand-held shower. We didn’t add any square footage, just reconfigured the footprint by incorporating a nearby closet. I’ll definitely post pictures.

      …cannot wait to spend some quality time in my new rainforest shower…hugmamma. 🙂


    • Hi! Hope you’ve been well.

      Have you experienced the ups and downs of a remodel? Bet you kept your cheery attitude throughout. What else can one do, right? Although there is…whining…and laughing. I do a little of both. And you’re absolutely right! A good marriage helps to weather the storm.

      Then there’s the enlarged shower at the end of the mess…sigh…

      hugs for stopping by… 🙂


hugs for sharing some brief thoughts...and keeping them positive

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