There are days when the soul needs tending. There are a few 'sure cures' for me on a soul-challenging day.... one is to buy flowers (which I have in abundance recently.) My home and my office overflowed with daffodils last week. This week is tulips. The local grocer has buckets full, and they catch my eye each time as I walk in... (and subsequently they hop into my basket).
My other "sure cure" for a battered soul is to get outside, and up to my elbows in dirt. With the blustery weather, (and my crazy schedule) this has been a challenge. Yet, earlier today, there was a small window of time when I set out and dug in.There is a blackberry bush, which threatens to dominate the world between my neighbor's home and mine (about 15 feet of space). Last year I watched it creepy crawl up the side of their old house, puncturing enormous holes in a window screen as it made purchase and grew. I could almost see the giant inching towards my house each day as its sharp fingers reached and reached. One day, in a strong autumn wind, the behemoth fell. ripped from the small screen, it lay crashed against the grass, dying.
With the spring rain, it was once again beginning its incredible growth...it seemed that the monster would simply not die. And this time, was so close to my house that I could no longer hope for it to stay away....Today was the finale of its demise. I donned my largest gloves, heaviest sweatshirt, rubber garden clogs and double pair of jeans., and set out to chop it to bits. For the most part, I won, although I carry the battle scars of proof for my struggle. It fills my garden bin for the city refuse. (which is almost 5 feet tall) Be gone, amazing beast. I know that its roots have spread far far from where it began, but I will fight them back when they poke up from the dirt.My neighbor came out to witness its final battle cry - And she offered to bake me a cake in gratitude . I declined. Conquering the Beast was reward enough for this day.