Weeds have taken over my lawn.
If you were passing by my house, you wouldn’t notice the weeds. I keep my lawn mowed and edged and tidy, so from outward appearances everything looks fine and dandy, even nice. Sort of. But if you took the time to really look at the lawn you would see that it has been sorely neglected.
My excuse is that since becoming a mother, it has been hard to keep up with the gardening. There are so many other things screaming for my attention. And the lawn, it doesn’t scream. It just waits for me, season after season, while the weeds quietly take over.
Sometimes when I went out to get the newspaper, I would notice that along the driveway, a weed had popped up. Maybe if it were convenient, I would bend down and pull it out. But mostly, I just said, “It’s just one weed. What can it hurt?” and keep going on my merry way. Eventually I noticed that one or two weeds had become a lot of weeds and I said, “I really must do something about those weeds. Soon, I’m going to take steps to get rid of those weeds and make my lawn a thing of beauty for all to gaze upon.” And then another season would pass.
I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until the other day when I was out in the yard kicking the soccer ball with Sean. One weed was particularly bothering me and I bent down to pluck it out. Upon closer inspection, I saw that my lawn was really just weeds disguised as grass. I tugged hard, but the weed wouldn’t yield. I tugged harder and harder. My hands hurt and my face turned red. Finally it broke off at the base and knocked me on my tail. It was still firmly rooted.
I sat down right then and there and began pulling the weeds away so what little grass was left could get some light. After about an hour, I looked up and I hadn’t even made a dent. I was never going to be able to get rid of all those weeds by myself. I was daunted. I was discouraged. I thought, why even bother?
Over time, the weeds had anchored into the bedrock and spread their long and spiny fingers far and wide choking out all the goodness and beauty. How could I have let this happen?
If I ever hope to restore my lawn to it’s former beauty, I’m going to have to get some help.