The Bible is True. I’ve Read it in the Weeds.
25 but while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way.
26 But when the blades had sprung up and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also.
27 So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, ‘Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? From whence then hath come the tares?’
28 He said unto them, ‘An enemy hath done this.’ Matthew 13: 25-28.
An enemy hath done this.
When you have an enemy, you’ve got to think like your foe.
Come dressed for battle.
And be armed.
Honestly, that is one of the things I like most about fall and winter gardens. The weeds aren’t as much of a nuisance.
Until this year.
It’s been so warm that the weeds have forgotten about dormancy and long winter naps.
The tares are partying.
For the love of all that’s holy. Avert your eyes from the mayhem.
All that beautiful spinach, those turnip greens, bibb and romaine.
Strangled to death by those marauding verdant vandals.
I called with all my strength to the fine young village folk in my kingdom.
“Helpeth me destroyeth the tares!”
Fine.
So some folk would rather lie in the sun and take a nap.
Whatever.
So I got to work on all the wicked one had left behind.
If you hack too hard at the spinach and the turnips the roots come up and the plant is done for.
This is how my garden looked after I stepped away bloodied and victorious.
Okay. It’s a little bit better. The enemy may have held his own in this battle — but I shall win the war!
What about you?
How does your garden grow? Pristine and weed free?
