Who Does the Weeding?

I usually don't do the weeding in our garden spaces. I do the thinking, the planning, and most of the planting and nurturing, but Ken is the one who seems to do most of the weeding. He says he doesn't mind it at all because it is a therapeutic activity.

This afternoon while he was away for a Church commitment, the warm sunshine drew me out into the garden. I walked around, noticing how things were beginning to grow, and before I knew it I was pulling a little weed or two. They were tiny and easy to pull out with the entire root, and one led to another, so I got out the "kneel-upon" and a bucket and bent to work.

He's right, of course. Not only did the sun feel wonderful on my back, but when I finished the area and stood to admire it, I felt renewed, almost as if I had weeded out some unwanted growth in my own being. How's that for therapeutic?

Ken will probably still be the predominant weeder in our household, and I'm content to let him be, but every now and then....well, it's good for me, too.