I may have mentioned a time or two million that I love green. I understand that I am pretty weird about my deep and abiding passion for green stuff. I know that most people aren’t moved to tell trees that they are beautiful (I am a freak and have done just that). I know that my family is just “being nice to mom” when they smile and nod when I say “isn’t all of that green vegetation gorgeous!” I know most people don’t need to find a nice green spot where they can sit and knit for a few hours just to fill up their souls with “green” or to go for a hike in the woods to do the exact same thing. But for better or worse that’s me. (Like I said – I am a freak.)
I like green a lot. I am very into green. I yearn for green. Jason teases me that I bought our house for the massive 200 year old oak tree that is in our backyard. (It’s picture is the background for the homepage for my blog.) I crave green the way other people crave chocolate or coffee or a trip to the mall.
So it might surprise you to know that we have spent the last two weeks eradicating lots and lots of lush, gorgeous green at the McFarland house. We have been on a green destroying mission! We have filled buckets and barrels and great, big yard waste bags with gorgeous green vegetation.
Rod told me that Louisville had been hot and wet while we were in Mexico, and boy – oh – boy do I believe him.
Weeds! I tell you. WEEDS! Weedy – weedy – weedy weeds!
Our flower beds grew gorgeous, amazing flowers while we were gone.
The flower beds also grew weeds. Lots of weeds! So did the cracks in the sidewalk and driveway, and the area around the swing set was a jungle. The garden can only be described as its own little rainforest of weeds.
Eight weeks of neglect and our flower beds and garden looked wretched and downright embarrassing (as in “not my house”).
So Jason and I have been on a mission (when we haven’t been waiting for a tow truck or suffering through the truly wretched ordeal of buying a new car. I am so glad that we only do that every 14 1/2 years!)
We have been making the green go away. (I can hardly believe I wrote such an anti-Kerri sentence!)
And now at least the front yard and flower beds aren’t embarrassing.
But please (for the sake of our relationship) stay out of the backyard unless you have your non-judgmental face on. There is still some work to do back there!
I continue to love green, and I still give God thanks for the blessing of gorgeous, lush, amazing green vegetation. Jason and I just wish it hadn’t been quite so energetic about growing in our empty raised garden beds this summer!
Isn’t the blessing of summer wonderful? (Even if it sometimes comes with a few too many weedy weeds!)
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
– Ecclesiastes 3:1-8