You can’t see it probably,
This statue-like border up the edge of the pool fence, it started with one branch, like an arm reaching up to warm sky.
I ranted two summers straight.
“Please trim that ridiculous hedge!”
All I could think is one day I’d come home and the shrubbery out front would be trimmed into shapes of rooster tails or some design alternating loops and curves,
Edward Scissorhand-ish and such.
He loved the randomness of the way it decided to grow up the fence.
I was annoyed by the intentional way we now on purpose had a bush growing uncontrolled up the fence.
I decided, no use.
Let it be.
Like the sheets all crinkled and untucked or the rag thrown on the counter, not folded over sink
or the one sip milk jug back in the fridge or…
Summer almost here again and the towering shrub has far exceeded the height of fence top.
But, I’ve grown to love it.
And the hollowed out place, the opening to the innards is now the place where the mama goes in, a mockingbird careening towards its nest as I watch through my morning kitchen window.
I walked out with the dogs and turned just now in the mist of rain and thought how beautiful it is to let things be.
Growing freely, differently, more strong and for reasons yet to be seen.
To be “let be”
and it just occurred to me this is a post about marriage.
Rare and different feeling
Oddly nice, this change, this growth in us, in me, the letting be and letting love.
“Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.”
1 Peter 4:8 ESV