Mowing the lawn has been iffy lately.
First, the mower was on the fritz. Thanks to some dear friends, I have my groove back.
My mower is running, blades are sharp and I now know how to hot-wire that sucker if it won’t start. Amazing!
Now the only problem is waiting for the sun to peek out between rains. It’s been so soggy. Bogging up is just a given.
My sweet neighbor was worried about the “nut grass” growing so high it was going to seed.
She was afraid my yard and her yard were going to be invaded. I had my fears as well.
I wrote an article awhile back on the invasion of this nefarious, nasty stuff called torpedo grass, nut grass or “creeping panic.” It’s creeping panic all right. I think the stuff got its name because the only way you can get rid of it is to drop a torpedo and destroy the mess.
Fighting with it will put a person in a mood. You have to stop the problem fast or it’s going to give you a panic attack.
According to Barbara, if we don’t have a grass catcher on our mower, all the seed is going to spew all over the good grass.
She told me that the last time the stuff got in her flower beds, it took digging down 2 feet to pull it out by the roots.
Well, I’m a little late. One of my flowerbeds has been seeded in the lovely mess.
We had gone on vacation, which meant the weeding would have to wait. I came home to a bed of creeping grass that made me panic and now I needed to torpedo the junk if the garden was to be freed.
That’ll preach. If I up and go on a spiritual vacation, my life can be invaded with some wicked bad rooting weeds — I mean roots that are hard to yank.
Unforgiveness, bitterness, anxiety, lukewarm faith, you name it, can all dig in deep and take hold in my heart. I can’t take a vacation from faith and tending my relationship with the Father.
It’s a daily deal to keep short accounts and that precious bond with the Lord thriving.
Then there’s the thing about spewing the bad seed everywhere. Think about it, y’all. Our words, our thoughts, gossip and negative talk all have a tendency to fly everywhere. All that chokes out the good and we have to be ever so careful not to be the spreader.
It’s been perfect for weeding. The dirt in the flowerbed is mushy and easy to work with these days. Take the time to soften your heart and do some digging.
I’m taking advantage. It’s time to be working on the garden both in my yard and in my heart, y’all.
Today may the torpedo grass be gone and may we “Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, until He comes and showers His righteousness on you.”
Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.