That lovely spray of green you see? That is mostly weeds. There are a few things that we planted on purpose, though. See?
I try not to complain about the weather since complaining about it is in effect complaining about God. Since He controls the weather and sends it to us, who am I to say that it ought to be different? Do I really think He doesn't know what's going on? How much I am longing for open windows and sunshine and warm breezes? How tired I am of the rain? And I am sooooooo successful in not complaining. Just ask my family. On second thought, you better not.
I know there are many people who are truly suffering because of the recent tornadoes and flooding; my unweeded garden insignificant compared to that, but it's real life around here and so I thought I'd share it. The sun is shining today and it's forecast to be 67 degrees, so I'm making a raid on those weeds this afternoon. Say your prayers, weeds. Your end is near. . . Lord willing and the creek don't rise (literally!).