feeling like a bit of a heel
I ran over some daisies last night with my lawn tractor. They were growing where I didn't want them to grow so to me, they were a weed. To Miss June, they were flowers just ready to bloom and she wanted to transplant them at the church. But I was impatient and careless, and a bit insensitive. It's not the first time I've mowed over flowers, but the first time in a very, very long time that I've done so.
I respect Miss June and how she feels. Honestly, I do and I really felt bad last night about that. I spent a little time this morning looking for daisies in our yard that she can move to the church and I found some. I can transplant the ones I murdered (the roots are still in good shape and you can't kill these things, I've tried!) to fill in the bare spot that will occur when she takes these to the church.
I don't particularly care for these daisies. They're Shasta daisies and they grow everywhere. Like the snow on the mountain, they just kind of spread out and take over and the seeds just blow and take root like dandelions.
I really felt bad when I saw that Miss June was really upset about the flowers. I figured it was no big deal but I was wrong. I feel badly for a couple of reasons. First, for not listening to what she told me. I heard her say she wanted to move them and I should have waited. I wanted them gone now because I didn't want them where they were, because like I said, they spread like crazy. But June had other ideas. For the most part, I've been trying to let her have her way with the garden. I'm opening my mind to learning new things. She knows a lot about gardening, so I'm listening.
Someone read a post I'd written about flowers and respecting Miss June. I used to be the guy that would run over whatever she or Wendi planted if I thought it was too close to where I wanted the mower to go. That's not respect and I think it was just as much that as anything that upset June. I've had a rough couple of days. I haven't quite been myself but I think I figured out what the problem was. Prayer and patience will take care of it. But she doesn't want to see shades of the guy I used to be come back and I think the mower thing was one. It's an incident that won't be repeated.
Respect, too, I believe is a two way street, and what I'd like is just as important is what she likes and sometimes we're going to differ on what that is. Most of the time, we compromise. I learned to mow around things instead of over them and I have some pretty neat looking flowers to show for that. Miss June also respects how I feel and we've compromised on things like Lamb's Ear, which is another thing I don't care for that spreads like dandelions. I like petunias. I don't like mairgolds. I bought her some marigolds and some gerberia daisies for Mother's Day, along with some petunias. She likes them, so we make allowances. She does so much for me, and I really do appreciate her. She's trying to do more than I think she should, but that's a different story.
So today, to make up for murdering her flowers, I'm going to clean the house and maybe run to the nursery and see if they have some shasta daisies. Seeing Miss June smile is more important to me than a few dollars in my pocket and hopefully, I can do something to make amends for killing her flowers because I thought they were a nuisance.
The lesson for today is that the Bible teaches us to love our neighbor. I didn't do that for Miss June in that little instant when what I wanted was put ahead of what she wanted. With a little patience on my part, we both would have had what we wanted and I wouldn't have had to write this feeling like a complete and utter jerk.
We all make mistakes and I didn't do this to be mean. It wasn't that I didn't care. I just wanted them gone and they were too big to mow with the Toro or I'd have done this weeks ago. I thought well, I have the deck mower and I'm here....
What I should have done was thought about Miss June and parked the mower when I was done mowing the lawn part of the back 40.
Fortunately, this morning Miss June accepted my apology and I think she knows it was very heartfelt. That's the amazing thing about God's Grace. When we receive it, we're more apt to share that grace with others when they ask for it.
That's all for a rainy Sunday. Hope yours is good. And later on, i'll see about adding some pictures of the back 40 to the blog.
Have a blessed day.
I respect Miss June and how she feels. Honestly, I do and I really felt bad last night about that. I spent a little time this morning looking for daisies in our yard that she can move to the church and I found some. I can transplant the ones I murdered (the roots are still in good shape and you can't kill these things, I've tried!) to fill in the bare spot that will occur when she takes these to the church.
I don't particularly care for these daisies. They're Shasta daisies and they grow everywhere. Like the snow on the mountain, they just kind of spread out and take over and the seeds just blow and take root like dandelions.
I really felt bad when I saw that Miss June was really upset about the flowers. I figured it was no big deal but I was wrong. I feel badly for a couple of reasons. First, for not listening to what she told me. I heard her say she wanted to move them and I should have waited. I wanted them gone now because I didn't want them where they were, because like I said, they spread like crazy. But June had other ideas. For the most part, I've been trying to let her have her way with the garden. I'm opening my mind to learning new things. She knows a lot about gardening, so I'm listening.
Someone read a post I'd written about flowers and respecting Miss June. I used to be the guy that would run over whatever she or Wendi planted if I thought it was too close to where I wanted the mower to go. That's not respect and I think it was just as much that as anything that upset June. I've had a rough couple of days. I haven't quite been myself but I think I figured out what the problem was. Prayer and patience will take care of it. But she doesn't want to see shades of the guy I used to be come back and I think the mower thing was one. It's an incident that won't be repeated.
Respect, too, I believe is a two way street, and what I'd like is just as important is what she likes and sometimes we're going to differ on what that is. Most of the time, we compromise. I learned to mow around things instead of over them and I have some pretty neat looking flowers to show for that. Miss June also respects how I feel and we've compromised on things like Lamb's Ear, which is another thing I don't care for that spreads like dandelions. I like petunias. I don't like mairgolds. I bought her some marigolds and some gerberia daisies for Mother's Day, along with some petunias. She likes them, so we make allowances. She does so much for me, and I really do appreciate her. She's trying to do more than I think she should, but that's a different story.
So today, to make up for murdering her flowers, I'm going to clean the house and maybe run to the nursery and see if they have some shasta daisies. Seeing Miss June smile is more important to me than a few dollars in my pocket and hopefully, I can do something to make amends for killing her flowers because I thought they were a nuisance.
The lesson for today is that the Bible teaches us to love our neighbor. I didn't do that for Miss June in that little instant when what I wanted was put ahead of what she wanted. With a little patience on my part, we both would have had what we wanted and I wouldn't have had to write this feeling like a complete and utter jerk.
We all make mistakes and I didn't do this to be mean. It wasn't that I didn't care. I just wanted them gone and they were too big to mow with the Toro or I'd have done this weeks ago. I thought well, I have the deck mower and I'm here....
What I should have done was thought about Miss June and parked the mower when I was done mowing the lawn part of the back 40.
Fortunately, this morning Miss June accepted my apology and I think she knows it was very heartfelt. That's the amazing thing about God's Grace. When we receive it, we're more apt to share that grace with others when they ask for it.
That's all for a rainy Sunday. Hope yours is good. And later on, i'll see about adding some pictures of the back 40 to the blog.
Have a blessed day.
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