Have you ever felt like an archaeologist, digging up the remnants of someone’s past? One of the upsides to buying someone’s home is you get to piece together bits of their life as you sort through what was left and forgotten.
One of my recent projects was to clean out the flower beds and natural areas around the house. Based on my scientific calculations, specifically carbon dating, it has been roughly a century since serious attention had been shown. The findings were enlightening.
A toy truck, a domino, a sleeve of golf balls, excess weed eater string, trash, a .38 Special...a decent little haul for digging in the dirt (kidding about the gun). As I looked back at the pruned bushes and fresh dirt, it occurred to me how reflective of our lives this aspect of our yard is.
When left untended, the garden of our life can become overgrown, burying things that were once important, masking bits of who we are, left to be forgotten. Memories, hobbies, passions, trash (literal and figurative).
Our neglect should be our own work to set right, too, but often it’s gets passed on, forcibly becoming someone else’s problem to handle.
Pretty dramatic for yard work, I know, but the rain that quickly followed the completion of my project brought along with it the sweet reflection thunderstorms so often do.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again...one of the simplest and most profound truths in life—tend your garden. You might accidentally bury some important things or accidentally leave the burden on someone else.