Gardening fever is upon us. It seems as
though everyone is a gardener, even if they
live in a big city apartment. Even if they have
eleven green thumbs. Even if they wouldn't
pull weeds for a million dollars. Even if they
don't know the difference between a spade
and a rake. Even if they hate vegetables and
bugs, are allergic to bees, or have spring allergies.
Suddenly everyone is a gardening maniac.
Well there are certain things anyone can
plant ~ sweet P's in a straight row, for
instance: prayer, patience, peace, passion.
But it's not enough for a gardener to love
flowers. A gardener also must hate weeds. As
good plants grow, you pinch off bitter ones
like panic, paranoia, passivity. And by the
way, while gardening, do squash pride. And
please, lettuce love one another at all times.
Begin now to cultivate your half-acre of
love. All it takes is a few seeds no larger than
grains of sand. The blossom of a good deed
fades with time but that lasting perfume is
the joy you receive from doing it.
"Bloom where you're planted"
and enjoy your week!!!