We have quite a large back garden, spread over two levels and sloping down towards a creek. I love gardening, but rarely get time to do it. On the other hand, my husband hates it! He is prepared to do any heavy work involved, such as mowing, lifting bins of rubbish etc, but has some difficulty at times telling a weed from a ‘real plant’. The difference is that I grew up with a father who was an avid gardener and worked very hard at it, so that my sister and I often got to watch him and imbibe knowledge that way. My husband, on the other hand, definitely did not.
So what’s to be done? We could put more time and effort into gardening – but then I would get even less writing done than I do now. We could let the weeds hold sway – but I find it very difficult to look at a messy garden day in and day out. Or we could bite the bullet and move into a villa or unit with no garden at all to maintain. All these are quite drastic measures, however. Is there some ‘happy medium’ we could find instead?
I think I discovered the best ‘take’ on gardening, and weeding in particular, during a recent phone conversation with an older friend who lives in the Blue Mountains. She has a very large garden, but she is almost eighty years old and is a little beyond keeping it all tidy. Yet she seemed far from depressed as she described its messy state to me.
‘Oh well … I’m having a wonderful time right now watching all the weeds rejoice! They’re so happy no one is bothering them! The vegetables have gone to seed but then that’s good – we can use the seed another season. And it’s all very colourful – there is always something to look at.’
‘Watching all the weeds rejoice’ … I hadn’t thought of it that way exactly! It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it? We can choose either to see all the negatives of a situation and dwell on those, or instead focus on the positives and see God at work even in the ‘weeds’ of our lives. And it’s a matter of acceptance as well, I believe. My friend can’t do all that much about the weeds – so she sees them in a positive light, each one enjoying the warmer spring weather, breathing in the clean mountain air and almost defiantly rejoicing in their ‘moment in the sun’ while not being interfered with in any way.
And my friend displays more than a little sense of humour about the situation too – again such a vital ingredient in moving through life in a calm, unruffled way. She is at peace with herself, with God and with the world, including nature. She is determined not to let the weeds rob her of enjoying her garden and even sees in them a unique kind of beauty.
So I continue to learn from my wise friend. She teaches me, along with Paul, to say:
I have learnt to be content, whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty, I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation … (Phil 4:11-12)
May you too learn to watch your weeds rejoice with acceptance, peace and contentment!
Such a refreshing post, Jo-Anne! Over the past several years I’ve encountered some major ‘weeds’ – cancer and major surgery to name two – but even they have their positive and beautiful sides – when viewed with acceptance and humour. Thanks for reminding me again of this wonderful truth.
Thanks, Kerry. Lovely to come home from a day of selling my books and read an encouraging commeetn like yours! God bless
Thanks Jo-Anne, some encouraging words… Looking forward to meeting you at the Writer’s fair next month.
Look forward to meeting you too, Corallie!
Hi Jo-Anne, I can picture you weeding your garden as I sometimes saw you as I hung washing on the line. My husband was also like Lionel, not knowing a weed from a flower. I always got great satisfaction from clearing the garden of weeds, and nearly always felt the aches and pains in the joints and muscles for the next day at least.
Springtime is so very lovely and we are enjoying many plants coming into flower; not so many weeds now as the area is much smaller and easy to keep clear.
I did enjoy reading the perspective of your friend in the Blue Mountains and must admit that Phil. 4: 11-12 is a favourite verse of mine. I have this expectation that as we grow older we should seek to be content; in fact my dad always shared with us when asked what we could buy for him as a gift – “Three penneth of contentment”. He had learnt that from his mum.
God bless in your ministry of writing, speaking & sharing.
Love, Joan R
Thanks for your comments, Joan. And what a lovely saying of your Dad’s – and your grandmother’s! I will remember that – ‘three penneth of contentment’!