Why do we choose to see the weeds?

After an afternoon of watching the local football grand-final my thoughts when entering our home were 'Ugh, why didn't I do the dishes, the house is messy, oh, the tele is about to be turned on - again.'  I took a breath and feeling deflated wandered out to give Will his cigarette.

After a quick chat Will wandered in and yes, turned on the TV.  By then I'd decided to come outside and write my blog, I didn't know what about, just knew I needed to stop and reflect. With iPad in hand all of a sudden I was photographing our garden which has not been tendered for 8 weeks. Yes, I'd thrown in packs of seeds and plenty of bulbs before heading north but there has been non of the usual tending since.  No dead heading of daffodils, no trimming the azaleas and no pulling of weeds which had seemed to abound yesterday.  But through the lens I saw bright joyful flowers not weeds.  It warmed my heart and shortly after the smile had returned to my face and I felt grateful for the day I'd had.

Then I wondered why I'd been so quick to see the 'weeds' in my day instead of  the beauty in my day. The reason the dishes weren't done was because a quick pop to the shops with a girlfriend turned into coffee and cake, long conversations, happy giggles and a new outfit!!  A trip to the local footy turned into hours of glorious sunshine, catching up with acquaintances not seen for weeks and hours together with Will, (away from the TV).  The evening is once again mild, the breeze still and the sunset gorgeous.  And you know what, the dishes might just stay unwashed as we are off to celebrate a friend's 50th birthday, another bright flower in my glorious garden of a day.