I have been passing this mini bed of marigolds for a couple of weeks, and every time I get near them, I want to bend over and pick off the dead flowers. My gardening friends will recognize the term dead heading.
When I was growing up, I always enjoyed the after dinner stroll, along the walk on the side of my Grandmother’s house. It usually started with the left over dish-water being poured into the large metal watering can. Then the walk would begin. A sprinkle, some bending over to snatch a weed or two (there were rarely two in her garden,) then she would pick the dead flowers heads out from among the beautiful ones.
She didn’t school me about what she was doing, we were usually talking about other stuff of the day, but I learned plenty over time.
First, the dead flowers were stuffed in her apron pocket and to be tossed away. She didn’t make a fuss about them, they were done with their job.
Second, (and she may have mentioned this now and again,) taking off the dead flowers makes the plant heathier and keeps the plant producing more flowers.
Third, it relaxed my Grandmother when she checked on her garden, looking for problems and concerns. Also, it wasn’t so much work, if she did a little, more often, than letting it pile up.
I’ve been thinking about these three things as I pass the marigolds each day. Thinking about how dead heading might keep me from being Weary by Wednesday.
First, I need to make a call about stuff in my life, has its usefulness and job been done? Maybe it’s time for me to let it go.
Second, when I let it go, and dead head in the garden that’s my life, I free up energy for really important things to happen.
Third, if I could somehow come up with a way to dead head more often, it wouldn’t be such an overwhelming chore.
This is definitely, a blog in process. I know the New Year is coming, and I know I’m not much on making resolutions. However, I still come to the end of the year thinking about how it went, what I could do better, and how to overcome blatant mistakes.
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. John 15:1&2
I know my neighbor’s marigolds, would do so much better if they were dead headed, but looking at them is a good reminder to get my garden in order.
How about you? What needs attention in your life’s garden?
Thanks for sharing your Wednesday with me, I’m praying for you as you head into the final countdown to Christmas, may you and your family be blessed!