The Philosopher's Garden
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Thoughts on life while gardening
Two hands, some soil, and seeds
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Contents
- Ten - Bursting
- Nine - Simplicity
- Eight - Connectedness
- Seven - A little bit at a time
- Six - The Real value of things
- Five - Human being
- Four - On Weeding
- Three - Squirrel and me
- Two - seeds
- One - beginning
Bursting
The garden has just been bursting with life of all kinds and it has brought me to a dilemma. Should I weed or not?
I am torn by this dilemma. A part of me says that I should welcome all the weeds and appreciate them for what they are. This same part of me says that I have no right to deny them their life and existence. Why do I have the urge to hammer the garden into what I want it to be?
Don't we, as human beings do this with pretty much everything? We hammer the world to make it fit what we think it should be.
A part of me says that this is a natural part of being human so it is ok. Yet a part of me denies the truth in this.
Why do I have the urge to pluck all the weeds and make the garden into what I believe is better?
Anyway, hidden in this lush little pocket of green are some wonderful suprises. Here is a page of pictures I have taken: