Life is like a leaf.  If not anchored or attached,  blown around willy nilly with no direction or destination.  But hey, that’s not such a bad thing is it?  A certain beauty in it to be sure.  Freedom.  Unencumbered.  Destination unknown.

Life is like a plant.  Properly groomed it can be magnificent.  Left alone it can more resemble a weed.  And let’s go there, some of the most amazing plants I’ve ever seen are of that rangy, undomesticated variety.  But a certain beauty, order, and function is found by pinching and pruning.

The first set of leaves, signaling a successful sprout, bringing energy and life to the plant.  Hard fact of life is that if you pinch those, decorative but likely spent, the rest of the plant’s vitality and growth improves dramatically.

Sometimes you’ve got to rogue.  That’s always the hardest part for me.  Yanking a mature plant, often that I tended and serviced with my best efforts.  Sometimes a little too close to another plant, limiting the growth of  both.  Sometimes a single spot of blight, if not removed a threat to the entire garden.  Sometimes, simply not bearing the  fruit you had hoped for.

Life is like a garden.  My garden’s future depends on pinching and pruning and rogueing.

Yes, life is like all that.