My vegetable garden is growing pretty well this summer. I’ve planted some sweet corn for my granddaughter, who is a raging corn fanatic. It’s interesting to watch the stalks grow and the tiny ears emerge.
Meanwhile, as I scan around the garden, I see some clover and assorted weeds popping up among the tomato and cucumber plants.
It irritates me. I mean, I worked so hard to create this garden that the appearance of unwanted vegetation gets me a little aggravated. Each morning, I go out to the garden, harvest what is ready, and pluck out a weed here and there. It’s a war I cannot win, and that fact became evident as seemingly two new weeds appear for every one I remove.
I think weeds are just a reminder that life gives us what it will, and regardless of our desires, it’s beyond our control. Certainly, if it is beyond our control, there’s no use worrying about it.
I still pluck them out, but the irritation is gone. Life remains, weeds and all.
