What Are We Going To Do With All Of This?

Ummm...

Wash

Cut

Juice

Boil

Strain

and

Watch a Lame Teeny-Bopper Girl Movie until Midnight.

Welcome to Date Night!

What Are You Doing In Your Backyard?

Dallin answers with something about improving the drainage. (There wasn't really a problem except for the soggy sandbox.)

I've been saying it will make the yard bigger, but it turns out that we'll only add about 10 feet.

I think it may really be about Boys and Big Toys.

Why Do So Many Things Have To Be Done EVERY Day To Be Effective?

Flossing
Studying Scriptures
Praying
Exercising
Practicing the Piano
Watering the Garden
Putting Lotion on my Dry Heels
Cleaning the Kitchen

I'm the kind of person who would like to pay my car insurance all at once even if it's huge. Would like to wait until the weeds are waist high so that it feels rewarding to get rid of them. And tends to gravitate toward other once-in-a-while sporadic projects.

I'm not so good with this daily endurance stuff. President Uchtdorf: "We don’t acquire eternal life in a sprint—this is a race of endurance." Apparently we don't acquire clean houses, healthy teeth or piano skills in sprints either.

Where's the Parable Of The Weed?

As I weeded for four hours yesterday I had a lot of time to ponder on this.

Why is there no parable of the weed? I wondered.

It would tell of an amazing creature that is impervious to insult, resistant to poison, and blooms despite constant criticism. It sends down deep roots and waits patiently for rain. It spreads itself far and wide and leaves a lasting record of itself when it is plucked out. It isn't picky about location and will often choose to intertwine itself with beautiful friends. Often it flowers with humble little blossoms and cheerfully produces more when those are picked for the kitchen table vase (unlike my tulips.) It doesn't complain of hardships (no sun and no water) the way my lettuce and tomatoes do. It blooms happily on despite being trampled and ignored. It makes the best of whatever comes its way.

Be ye therefore as the weed.

Will My Seeds Still Grow If I Didn't Water Them...

...For Their First Three Days of Life?

I'll let you know.