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The Analogy

Slowly the vista is unfolding with the customary

yellow of the valley in the summer. The native praire maintains a low grade green despite the crunchy walking. The bees are the constant background hum in the garden and keep me company as I weed. The hay field flutters in the light breeze, uncut as of yet. The heat builds as the day unfolds.

We awoke this morning to blue skies, the storm of last night having rolled thru. The thunder and lightning were intense, the wind ferocious and yet, for us, no damage and half an inch of much needed rain.

Life is like that storm. We don’t know what we will awaken to tomorrow and it matters not if you are 2, 32, 62 or 92; no one is guaranteed tomorrow. Or that it will bear any resemblance to today and the “normal” of life right now. Tragic events, illnesses, death all sway us in the wind. Some friendships flourish with shared adversity, some family step away as life moves along. No one knows which way any of these adversities will roll out and, despite our best plans, much of it is out of our control.

What we can control is how we react. We can put our best foot forward even if yesterday was a misstep. Our choices don’t always make everyone happy but as long as we can sleep with them at night then our own heart and soul will feel at peace. We can pick up the pieces of those hard times, bad days and the shit that life can throw at you. Find a way forward, often when it seems there is no way forward. That all seems “pat” and yet it’s true as age reveals and we watch our worlds unfold.

Spending hour upon hour weeding always leads me to become a bit philosophical. Maybe it’s time to lighten up and listen to some music.

But the analogy is there. The garden is full of weeds and if that’s all I focus on I miss out on much. If all I think about is how many 5 gallon pails of weeds I pull per day then I miss the bigger picture. If I fail to realize that each row doesn’t need to be perfect to get produce then I am focusing on the wrong thing. If hail hits we buy green beans and peas. Our livelihood isn’t tied to how well I weed. If the drought means the potatoes aren’t up to snuff and we don’t have enough for the winter we can simply go to a store. If I realize that asking, and receiving, help isn’t a sign of weakness but of mental clarity of my limitations.

Not all of life’s problems can simply be cleared up with hard work and perseverance. The stuff that life hands out often is so heavy and heart breaking so we must embrace each day; 2, 32, 62 or 92.

Now time to lighten up and go back to my regular radio station for a few more rows.


PS // just like that I found a country and western song that fits what I was rambling about. Have a listen at Dear Life. I love the part where they talk about leaving your mark. Live life, engaged and present with your blessings and gratitude on your shoulder.

Meanwhile, over at the house blog, here is what he did this weekend. Unusual for that blog to have a cool name but somehow Masonry Medicine seemed to fit.


I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

4 thoughts on “The Analogy

    1. Ah you are a C & W fan! Yes we sure were in sync in our head spaces. Thanks for dropping in and leaving comments! Appreciate it as sometimes you think that your words don’t reach the hearts and souls of the readers.


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