This morning I
looked out the kitchen window and noticed that the Rhubarb isn't
flourishing like it has in the past. I'm guessing that's because I
haven't been watering that section of the garden. We've had enough
rain, so it's growing, but usually the Rhubarb seems to expand
exponentially as soon as the weather warms. So much, in fact, that I
end up putting most of it in the compost. (There is a limit to how
much I can dump on my neighbors front porches.) This year we have a
manageable amount. Enough to use. Enough to share.
This got me thinking
about what else I water in my life, what grows exponentially, and
what stays manageable. If I water worries and concerns, they grow. If
I don't, they tend to stay manageable. It's not that I don't have
them, it's about what I do when I do. Can I do something about them
right here right now, or am I caught up in a lot of could'a,
should'a, would'as?
Some Rhubarb is
manageable, but piles and piles of it is overwhelming. Today, I'm
paying attention to what I water.
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