Smoking Weeds

Well it's been a couple days since my last blog. Been kind of busy. I was still pondering about my blog from the other day about gardening when I was a kid. I kept remembering those days when my brother and I would have to use a hoe (for those of you in the Vallejo area that is a garden tool) to get the weeds out of the garden. I remember how as long as we were consistent about doing the weeding every few days, the job was easy and didn't take long. But if we let it go for a week or two, the job would take forever. It was because the weeds had had a chance to sink their roots deeper into the soil. Two things happened as a result. The weeds would compete with the vegetable plant for water and soil nourishment, and they would actually "choke" the plants. I remember sometimes having to unravel the little critter's tenacle like vines from around the plants.

So what does this have to do with finding me. I am discovering that there are weeds that have grown up in the garden of my soul that have been left unattended to for way too long. To root them out is going to take some extra effort, that wouldn't have been needed, had I dealt with it when it was just sprouting up. These weeds, have been competing for the things my soul needs for nourishment. They have actually choked out some of the goodness that was growing in me. So here I am with a proverbial hoe for my soul. This is going to take some time. In the end, there's going to be a big pile of weeds to burn. I can see the smoke now. I know they have "Chiken Soup for the Soul" but I would settle for just some Roundup.