Sometimes the grass grows up through the trash
and holds on to it.
That is so not a metaphor for Nature taking back the things and making them beautiful, it is a metaphor for letting trash clutter up the parts of my life that should be beautiful and loved but I put trash there.
It is not even a metaphor, it is literal… except when it’s a metaphor.
For serious, if you want to know how the inside of my head is doing, check on the care I am or am not giving to my environment.
This week, I’m throwing a lot of things away.
I am ripping up a certain amount of meadow grass to get those old things up out of where they do not belong.
It’s meadow grass – it will be fine.
It is tough as freaking nails and what dies will mulch what doesn’t and that patch of meadow will grow back without having to work on a foundation of trash.