weeding the hurts
June 10, 2011
I’m afraid I had to pull some more dandelions today. And no, I was not a happy camper. Today was a bit of a different retain, though. This time my own day was fine. But someone I love is hurting, and I can’t do one daggum thing about it. So I uprooted dandelions instead, imagining that I could root out that pain in a simpler, dandelion world.
Once again, I opted for a more pleasant visual aid than a photo of weeds. Oma’s well-loved snowball tree is nearing the end of its relatively long [this year] life. And the carpeted result is a lovely one for sure, if a bit of a bittersweet reminder of life’s realities . . .