Bronze Queen amidst the peasants

My irises are arising out of clouds of pernicious weeds.

I keep promising myself that I will get to arrive into a weedfree front garden soon. Yet I only may arrive after I assist my ever hard working hubby get the rear of the house straightened out. So far I have two beds in back and the veggies settled into the raised bed for the summer. Still not to the front--and it stands to shame me everytime I park the car in the drive from some errand...

The gravel beds are overrun with vines from hell. and over balances with mountain bachelor button plants. I cringe when I hear the word native plant and naturalizer perrenials.

I cannot help but wonder where the time goes during the week. Well, not really...It is spent taking care of all those "details" that I was rudely reminded that I do not handle well in the professional world..All those wonderful little strings that make up the fabric of the family life...All detail, mundane and necessary, left to itself can sink the week.

Every thing is important when other peoples lives are being dealt with--registration for sixth grade, bill payments of household workings, husbands jeans in the laundry to wear today to work, after school scout rides, state DSHS applications for elder care, banking, gas in the vehicle, dinner at five not six, to reach the rehearsal on time.

Oh, yah, check the computer for damage after the earth quake...And don't forget that the man comes home hungry at midnight...

It all seems to grow up around my ankles like the sticky weed vines that clog the rake in the gravel path way-out front.

But there is the moments with the girls and the babes! they arise out of the messes to bless me, calm my heart and help me to see that the Peace rises above the other details to shine just when I am most needful...