“Anger and bitterness can be like weeds.” Connie Rose Porter
So Too In Life Love for a garden can be devoured so easily by its many interlopers, not least the greedy weed who masquerades as desired, mimics for a moment your many plants, and takes a lion's share of goodness for itself. Love for a garden must be strong enough to include tough measures for the removal of weeds at their roots, striking at their source and strength, eradicating their threat; as with weeds in the garden, so in life. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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How very well observed, Paul.
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Thank you Chris
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So true.
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Yes, the inattentive life is a risk.
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very good.. i will have to talk the grubs.. they are the culprits at the moment Paul.
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Yes, don’t let them get the high hand 🙂
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Exactly!!🧚🏼
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The third-grade class was studding garden tools when the teacher held up a picture and said this is a hoe. A boy in the back of the class said. “My sister is a hoe, and she don’t look anything like that.”
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I would have laughed and laughed.
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I’m wondering how far the weed removal metaphor extends to people who are the threat.
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Remove before the seeds fall I say, pacifist though I am, there’s always a case to topple evil, Mussolini, Franco, Hitler, Stalin, any Nth Korean leader, Pinochet, Pol Pot, the list is long, now Putin. The Trolley bus again, one must go to save the many.
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The Trolley bus, indeed. I’ve had visions of hired assassins running through my head.
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Let’s crowd fund for them.
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Don’t tempt me . . .
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I gather it wouldn’t take much? 🙂
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Not at this point, no.
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A weed is a flower by another name. OR
A weed is something you don’t want! 🥰
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Here there are some weeds that will never, ever, be equated with a flower, vicious barbed prickles mostly – and yes, never wanted 🙂
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You are correct… ☺️
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🙂
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Yes, we live in a garden called life. But we aren’t taking very good care of it.
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That’s my take on it too Patricia, thank you
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Hope you had a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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A wonderful metaphor Paul.
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Thank you so much Rupali, yes, there are many weeds in life
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you 🙂
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Great poem and so true but using metaphor somehow gives it more power
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Yes, I really believe that.
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So true!
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Ah, a fellow traveller, thank you Susi
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You’re welcome, Paul! 🙂
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