I spent some time out in the sunshine today, weeding and thinking about our current political climate. The two went really well together., actually. Whenever I thought about a politician, I ripped out a weed. Very cathartic and energizing, somehow at the same time.
There is a small strawberry patch along the back of the house. I don't think I've ever seen it really flourish. My mother did not like to weed, and I don't think she liked anyone else to weed, either, so she just wanted to put the whole yard in grass and forget about it. I remember her making us weed lots when we were kids - I guess it wasn't worth the effort for her!
My brother and his sweet wife tried to tame the yard when they lived here, but it's a really hard spot to grow anything well. Most of the strip is only about six inches wide, right against the south side of the house, so everything there just bakes. Except the grass, the dandelions, and the bindweed.
Right now the soil is soft and smells nice, so the weeds come out easily. Or somewhat easier. If I fill up a bucket with weeds every day, I should make it to the end of the patch soon, right? I'm halfway there, so I'll get done about the time the weeds start to grow at the beginning of the row again. (sigh)
The honest truth is that we can never give up on making life better. And that's not a bad thing. I am glad for the excuse to sit in the sunshine today.