Things I didn’t plant seem to grow in proliferation.
Today wasn’t horribly hot out in my heavily weeded garden. But, oh, was it humid. It wasn’t long before I ended up searching for a cloth to tie around my head to keep the sweat out of my eyes as I kept telliing myself how necessary this chore is. Tomorrow isn’t an option because I have an appointment and also, a warm front, no, make that a HOT front is supposed to be in place. Ninety-five degrees. A true way to usher in summer.
As I forked the ground and pulled the weeds that I didn’t plant, trying to save the few flower seeds that came up, strange thoughts arose along with the weeds. There is so much conflict, talk, confusion about illegal aliens in our country. They slip in and if not confronted, more follow. The weeds are similar. They slip in, quietly set deep roots, and before long have a presence beyond what is even imagined.
I don’t know what the ultimate answer is to those who break the law coming here. I understand why they want to come. It is most likely easier to survive here, even thrive, than where they came from. But I resent that they didn’t take the legal way to come. I think about my ancestors who came here in the early 1900’s. They faced heavy obstacles, but followed the law.
The answer to getting the weeds out of where they don’t belong is easy. Yank the darn things out. The other problem, not so easy.
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