I’m of the opinion that plants don’t like to be alone. The two I have sitting on the rusted cart in my studio are so happy sitting side by side and even though they’re completely different, they enhance one another. They grow at a steady pace and I just finished repotting one of them for the third time.
We’re finally catching a break with the heat in Texas and this morning it was in the 60’s, so I spent 2 hours outside. I had just hung a garden hose on the hose caddy that I haven’t used this year. The hose was given to me by my daughter’s father when we first moved into this little house. Seven years ago, I couldn’t afford a hose of this quality. It’s commercial grade like a contractor would use and did well for the front yard, but it was a little much for the back, so I purchased a less expensive, lightweight hose.
I haven’t found anything more frustrating than walking across the yard with a hose full of running water toward my destination and the hose gets a kink in it. The kink is never nearby either, so I lay the hose down, walk to the kink, smooth it out and walk back to the hose which by now has made a nice mud hole. This is why we wear yard shoes.
All I wanted to do was refill the bird bath attached to the overhang of the gardening shed, but whenever I started walking toward it the hose would kink. I tried to remain calm, but after about the third time I found myself tugging on the hose in hopes of it flattening out on it’s own, which I knew it wouldn’t, until I let out a scream in frustration. The primal sound started the dogs, but it felt really good afterwards.
I paused and asked God, “What is this situation trying to teach me?”, and He said, “I have better in store.”
With a heavy heart, I glanced over at the better quality hose I had just stored. The little hose that I’d bought cost $50, so it was decent quality, but the hose given by my ex-husband was easily a $100 hose. My heart whispered, “Keep forgiving him, but most of all forgive yourself”, and use the $100 hose.






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