Take weeding, blah! Weeds are literally “growing” on my conscience. They are strong, tenacious, efficient, fast (oh, to be more weed-like).
Fish are not…
So, I set out to weed today, yes ALL the weeds, and then suddenly changed my mind, opting to bead instead.
As I beaded away, the weeds beckoned.
I took a break, pulled some weeds, had a new bead idea, went back to beading, had a new weed idea, went back to weeding.
And so the day wore on, wonderfully on, and in the end, beads transformed and the weeds… transgressed.
Without weeds where would we be?