Let me state right up front that this post has absolutely nothing to do with marijuana. Sorry for anyone that may have stumbled their way into my blogosphere thinking they were going to hear all about my stash of hash.
OK, now that that is cleared up…
Mowing the yard used to give me a small sense of pride and accomplishment. Now, it only makes me feel like a complete failure.
I just came in from mowing my weed. One weed…singular. As in my entire lawn is one big weed. I honestly don’t know where I went wrong with this lawn. And, it’s not like I don’t have any experience in this area. Afterall, mowing yards was my main source of spending money during high school. But, somewhere between then and now, I have completely lost control of my landscape situation.
I feel like I have covered all the basics. I fertilize. I water. I edge, weed-eat and mow…but it just keeps getting worse. This spring, I even aerated the entire surface. And, it even worked…now my weed is growing like never before.
So what the heck do I do now? Do I throw my hands in the air and hope the problem just goes away? Do I pay a professional landscaper to swoop in and rescue this miserable turf? Or maybe, do I just rip it all out and lay completely new sod?
I wish I had the answer. Oh well. But, I do know one thing for sure. In the grand scheme of the world, there are certainly worse problems I could be facing. I am very blessed to have a roof over my head, let alone a luxurious weed to encircle it. I am even more blessed to have a beautiful family who, truth be told, probably takes my time and attention away from that wild plant growing outside our windows. And, if that raging source of frustration between my house and the sidewalk is nothing more than a sign that my priorities are in fact in the correct order, then I guess it is what it is. This weed may grow wild, but maybe it’s best if I simply aim to contain it. Instead of trying to get my arms around this as a problem, I will focus more on keeping my arms around my wife and kids. Instead of trying to attack this issue at its core, maybe I should just let it go…let the weed go where it will. Maybe instead of feeling like a failure whenever I try to tame this out of control growing patch of chlorophyll, I should feel like a success where things really count.
I don’t know. Maybe I am just trying to cheer myself up and make myself feel a little better. But, it may have even worked…now my weed is growing like never before.
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