Waxing Philosophical

There are a few garden chores I dread.  Weeding the path that leads us down the side on the house past the raised beds is #1.

It's a sweet path put together by GG in the spring of 2005.  She was at home recovering from surgery (the 1st surgery) on her knee.  She took a hit from either side while playing rugby and as she went down and heard the sound of the ACL tearing, she thought to herself " that's the end of my life as I know it".

Serious surgery, serious pain meds.  I didn't expect to arrive home from work and find her constructing a path of salvaged stones and bricks we had dug up around the house.  Probably doesn't surprise any of you though. But there she was, day after day, in a cast, on crutches, pain meds discarded, neighbors and children and dogs flooding the yard and GG working away.

What are you gonna do?  Weed, even if it takes 3 days.  And be happy that both surgeries were successful and she went on to work as a supervisor at a garden design and build firm and learned how to properly lay a path, that requires little or no maintenance.

And then decided she could do even more with her life and went back to school.  3 years later, 2 more paths, now she'll graduate in May.

We never know where we'll go when life as we know it ends.  But if we take our time we just might find  treasure hidden among the weeds and the ruins.

Thus ends today's sermon.

Go forth and play!