I guess we all have things we have to do that we hate doing, right?
For me cleaning the bathroom would top the list normally. But recently I've added pulling out barley grass just below the bathroom. Barley grass, considered a noxious weed on a sheep farm, grows in one small corner of Struan Farm below a grove of trees. Pretty much every year. We've tried everything to eradicate it but have mostly just managed to contain it to this particular area.
This year John was getting anxious about it once again, and asked me to spend time pulling it out by the roots and stuffing it into plastic rubbish bags for burning. The theory is that this way the seed heads won't drop and compound the problem next year.
After three huge bags with two more to go I have really come to dislike/dread/hate this job. (I know, so how do you really feel about it Karen?!)
But then the universe intervened. When I was up mumbling to myself about how much I hated what I was doing, I stumbled upon the beautiful objects above. They look almost like a petrified camelia blossom or rose, but are in fact the cones of this tree (which I'm working to identify). Aren't they amazing?
I had to say thank you, and laugh at myself. And I won't be grumbling quite so much about the next/last two bags of barley grass as a result.
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